-POV Derby
I stared at the black, glossy screen of my half-shut laptop, my breathing so shallow it felt like my lungs were lined with sand.
*It’s a mistake,* I told myself, my fingers digging into the edge of the particle-board desk. *It has to be. The system glitched. The HR algorithms randomly picked my name from the administrative pool for the audit. Jordan Vasquez doesn’t even know I work on this specific floor. It’s just a massive, terrifying coincidence.*
The explanation had more holes than Swiss cheese.
Unfortunately, it was the only one keeping me from quitting on the spot. Because the alternative—the terrifying realization that a multi-billionaire heir had deliberately used his corporate security override to trap me in a mandatory private meeting—was too dangerous to think abo
