Dirty Little Secret (GxG)

Season 2, Chapter 17

Sandra's POV

The meeting room buzzed with the dull hum of voices, and I sat at the head of the table, pretending to care. Honestly, the only thing keeping me tethered to reality was the occasional, sharp, professional nod I gave to the speaker. I had mastered this art—appearing fully invested while my brain wandered off elsewhere. And by "elsewhere," I mean back to the courthouse where Dria was owning the courtroom. I swear, it should be illegal to look that good in a suit while making a legal argument.

Ugh. Focus, Sandra. This is a quarterly review meeting, not a Dria fan club convention. But my phone, strategically placed near my hand, buzzed, and like a moth to a flame, I couldn't help but glance down. Dria Eduardo has posted a new photo.

Without thinking, I unlocked my phone under the table. I deserved a break, didn't I? Just a quick peek wouldn't hurt. The meeting could survive without my undivided attention for five seconds. I clicked on the notification and immediately saw a picture of Dria with her client, her smile wide, eyes sparkling with victory. Typical Dria—celebrating another successful trial, probably having just demolished the opposition.

But then... my heart lurched when I saw who was standing next to her. Wait a minute. Is that...?

Oh. My. God. It's her. The woman I ghosted. Of all the clients in the universe, it had to be her.

I couldn't help the small groan that escaped my lips. Everyone at the table paused, eyes turning toward me. Oh no, they thought I was reacting to their numbers, didn't they? I could practically hear their internal panic. What did we do wrong?!

I straightened up and quickly waved my hand. "No, no, continue. That's... interesting." I forced a smile that probably came off more like a grimace. Why is this happening to me? Of all the clients Dria could have, it had to be someone I briefly dated and promptly ghosted. It wasn't even that serious—we went on a few dates, had some decent conversation, and then I just kind of... disappeared. Classic Sandra.

I glanced at the photo again. Yeah, no doubt about it—it's her. I remember that look. It's the same look she had when I flaked on our last dinner date. What were the chances? The universe must be laughing at me right now, cackling like a soap opera villain. Small world my ass.

I tossed my phone back onto the table, face down this time. Don't think about it, Sandra. Maybe she wouldn't recognize me. After all, I wasn't exactly a memorable dater. She probably has new ghosting horror stories to tell by now. Maybe Dria wouldn't even care to mention me. Yeah, maybe they're just professional acquaintances.

I hope.

I tried to focus on the meeting again. They were talking about some revenue projections or another, and I nodded, my "interested" face firmly in place. I should've stayed with Dria today, but I had to be here, pretending to care about spreadsheets. What fun.

"As you can see, ma'am, our sales have—"

My phone buzzed again. Damn it. I was not going to check. Nope. I was in full CEO mode, or at least trying to be. Don't check it, Sandra. Show some self-control. But... what if it's Dria? What if it's important? What if she's texting me about that woman in the picture? What if they're, like, besties now and I'm doomed?

Oh no.

I casually picked up the phone, taking a quick glance. Dria Marquez commented: "Guess who's winning today? 🙌"

I sighed in relief. No mention of me. No awkward confrontation about past ghosts. She's just basking in her victory—and rightfully so. She probably crushed it in court today. I smiled a little, imagining her doing what she does best. I wish I could've stayed longer just to watch her completely decimate the other side.