-POV Derby
I wasn’t supposed to see it.
I had taken the long way through the building on purpose, avoiding the executive lounge and the main atrium where I knew Jordan sometimes had meetings. I told myself it was self-preservation, that if I just kept my head down and my distance, the ache in my chest would eventually dull. But the universe had other plans. The shortcut I usually avoided led me straight past the glass-walled conference room on the second floor, and the moment I glanced inside, my feet stopped moving.
Jordan was there.
And so was Tamara.
They weren’t alone — there were board members, a few lawyers, the usual polished crowd that always surrounded him in public — but none of that mattered. All I could see was the way Tamara stood beside him, close enough that their arms
