-POV Derby
Fluorescent lights are the ultimate antidote to a fantasy.
By Monday morning, I was sitting at my cubicle on the twenty-fourth floor, staring at a spreadsheet that refused to balance. The air around me smelled like stale office carpet and cheap breakroom coffee—a brutal, unglamorous contrast to the high-end luxury of the penthouse suite I’d escaped just twenty-four hours ago.
I took a aggressive sip from my ceramic mug, forcing my eyes to stay locked on the rows of data. *Focus, Derby. Just focus.* "Hey, did you finish formatting the quarterly logistics report?"
Maya, the senior analyst from across the row, leaned over my partition, her arms full of manila folders. She looked exhausted, her hair messy from a long commute. This was my real world. A world of tight deadlines, d
