Third person's POV
Darla threw the door open and stepped inside with the self-assurance of someone who had already prepared her victory speech.
“Row—”
“Get. Out.”
Rowan’s voice cracked through the room like a whip. The temperature seemed to drop a full ten degrees. Darla froze mid-step, eyes widening, lips parting in shock.
“W-wait, I—I have news—”
“I said get out!” Rowan’s tone rose, each word sharper than the last. The blinds trembled from the force of it. Everyone outside heard it clearly; heads turned toward the closed door.
Darla swallowed. She had never seen him like this, not directed at her. But she held on to the one thing she believed might save her.
“I closed the deal with Peter,” she said quickly, forcing a smile that trembled at the corners. “The part
