Isla's POV
I took a step back, wiping at my cheeks before anyone could notice the tears.
“I’m going home.” Daphne muttered.
Killian’s smile faltered. “What?”
She stood from her seat, the legs of the chair scraping against the floor. “You heard me. I said I’m going home.”
The laughter that had filled the room earlier vanished. My fingers tightened around my glass as I tried not to look at either of them, but my eyes betrayed me.
Killian looked at her like she had just said the one thing he didn’t expect.
“You’re overreacting,” he said, his tone low, measured. “Sit down, Daphne.”
She shook her head, a little too dramatically. “No, Killian. I’m not sitting here pretending I’m fine while your secretary sits there glaring at me every two minutes.”
I swallowed hard. Secretary. There i
