Isla POV

Ronan's barely contained fury was on me, his hand twitching in a fist. "What do you mean you're not resigning?"

The chatter died instantly. I could feel every eye in the room on us-curious, uncomfortable, some clearly enjoying the spectacle. Even Diana had stopped mid-sentence, her glass frozen halfway to her lips. Vivienne was smiling.

"I got a promotion, and quitting my job that has earned me profit and fed you all those years is foolish."

Ronan's eyes flashed with embarrassment and anger. "Oh, so you want to slave away at your job because of a mere promotion? I have the money and resources, and you don't dare...