(Olivia)
The next day, I slid into the driver’s seat of Derek’s car, taking a moment to breathe in the familiar scent of leather mixed with his cologne.
I told him I needed to do something important and asked him to borrow his car. He’d given me the go-ahead without hesitation, mentioning that he’d be busy at the office. I appreciated his trust, but as I pulled away, a sense of unease crept in.
While I was driving, I couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was off. I glanced in the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see someone tailing me, but the road behind looked empty. It must be my imagination, I thought, dismissing the anxiety building in my chest.
Just nervous about the meeting ahead. I was about to meet Mr. Hargrove since he wanted to talk to me about something.
As I d
