Lyra
I took a deep breath as I settled on the table in Kieran’s office, accepting the warm glass of water he handed me.
“Thanks,” I murmured before taking a sip.
“Are you okay?” Kieran asked quietly, guilt flashed in his eyes. “I’m sorry for my brother—”
I lifted my hand, stopping him before he could continue.
“Don’t,” I said firmly. “It’s not your fault he’s a jerk. And honestly, I lost my cool too. I let my anger take over—and that escalated everything back there. Not exactly how I wanted my first day at work to go.”
I stood up and bowed my head toward him in apology.
“I’m sorry for being unprofessional. I’ll make sure it won’t happen again. I’ll separate my personal issues from work from now on.”
Kieran frowned, but his gaze softened, clearly not blaming me at
