I stepped into my office, Marina trailing a few steps behind. The tension in the air was palpable, but I ignored it, my focus shifting to the lollipops on my desk.
Sour.
Perfect.
I unwrapped one, placing it between my teeth as I leaned against the edge of my desk, arms crossed. Marina hesitated near the door, clearly trying to gauge my mood.
“Speak,” I said flatly, not bothering to look at her.
She cleared her throat, clasping her hands in front of her. “I came here out of respect, Don. I thought it was important to bring something to your attention.”
I raised an eyebrow, finally meeting her gaze. “Respect? That’s rich, Marina. Let’s see where this goes.”
She stiffened slightly, but continued, her tone carefully measured. “It’s about Isabella.”
My grip on the lollipop stick tighten
