Day Three: December 1st
The meeting was scheduled for 10 a.m.
Just Killian and Isla. In the office that used to be his. That was now theirs.
Isla arrived first. Prepared. Professional. Looking every inch the queen she'd become—tailored suit, hair pulled back, that commanding presence she'd developed over seven years of solo leadership.
She looked—untouchable. Formidable. Like she didn't need anyone. Certainly didn't need him.
Killian felt like an imposter. Like he was intruding on her territory instead of reclaiming his own.
"Morning," Isla said, settling behind the desk. Then caught herself. "Sorry. Do you want the desk? This was your office first. I just—I've been sitting here for so long it's automatic."
"No. You keep it. This is your office now. I'm just—I'm the addition. The new partner. You're the established leader."
"We're co-leaders. Equal. That's the whole point of this meeting. Figuring out how that actually works."
