Vincent's POV
I pulled them apart.
My hands were on David's shoulder before I'd realized I had moved. I stepped between them and said, "You are not doing this," and even as the words left my mouth I understood how they sounded.
Rachel looked at me with an expression that was almost tired.
"You cannot order me around, Vincent," she said.
"Rachel—"
"We are done here." She moved back around her desk, calm and unhurried, and sat down like the last two minutes hadn't happened. "You need to leave."
I looked at David.
He stood where I'd pulled him, straightening his jacket, watching me so calmly like he had decided that I wasn’t with a reaction. That made it worse somehow, the fact that he could stand there and be measured while I was barely holding myself together in the middle of my ex-
