I sat at my desk, staring at the spreadsheet on my screen. The numbers lined up perfectly, each formula checked and cross-checked. There wasn't a single error. And yet, here I was—twenty minutes in—trying to find something that wasn't there.
The worst part? I knew why.
I leaned back and rubbed my eyes, groaning under my breath. The sound slipped out before I could stop it.
From the corner of my vision, I saw Derrick swivel in his chair, his eyebrows raised. "Dude. What was that?"
I blinked at him, then gave a half-shrug. "Long story."
He grinned knowingly, tilting his head toward the far end of the room where Tasha sat at her desk, head bent over her monitor, completely absorbed in whatever she was doing. Or at least, she looked that way.
"Ah," Derrick said with a low whistle. "I thought you were her favorite."
I pressed my lips into a line and turned back to my screen. "Can we not… talk about it?"
