-POV Derby
The whispers had followed me all morning like a shadow I couldn’t outrun.
By eleven-thirty they had grown legs. Small comments in the pantry. Quick glances in the hallway. A sudden silence when I walked into the copy room. No one said anything to my face, but the air felt thicker, heavier, like the entire floor was holding its breath waiting for the next piece of the puzzle to click into place.
I sat at my desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard, pretending to review the latest integration report while my mind replayed every moment from yesterday. The elevator. The knee under the table. The brush of his fingers against my neck. We had stopped being careful, and the office was starting to notice.
My phone buzzed. Internal message from the executive assistant.
Meeting resche
