Derek Sways A Bit
As the meeting progressed, Derek appeared uncharacteristically uneasy, his usual confidence faltering in brief, noticeable moments. “So, uh, these changes,” he began hesitantly, struggling to regain his composure, “are they really necessary?” His voice lacked its typical authority, and I caught a few people exchanging glances across the table. I held back a knowing smile, already sensing the shift beginning to take hold in the room.
Derek Sways A Bit
Derek’s Direct Confrontation
Later, as people gradually filtered out, Derek cornered me with a serious look. “Alright, Isabella,” he said, eyes locked onto mine, “I’ve got to know what’s going on. What are you planning?” His stare was intense, demanding answers, and the hallway suddenly felt smaller—like it was just the two of us in a quiet standoff. I met his gaze, feeling the weight of the moment, and realized I could no longer sidestep the conversation; it was time to clear the air.
Derek’s Direct Confrontation
