POV Cedric Reed
I watch her from my seat through the mirrored glass as she gets on the motorcycle with an air of self-sufficiency, of greatness. She arches her back, with that haughty attitude that exasperates me, drives me crazy, and pushes me to the limit just by looking at her. Jean greets me, I don't need to see him without his helmet on to know that he's smiling at me.
He's a good guy, I won't deny it.
But I don't find it amusing at all that he's being buddy-buddy with her. It doesn't suit me, because I know him very well. I know the charisma he has, that empathy that characterizes him, which he knows how to use very well to win the affection of women. He's always had it.
And although the rules are more than clear within the company, I know perfectly well that outside of it, all
