Aubery's POV
I glared at Dario, my eyes blazing with anger. "How dare you!" I exclaimed, my voice echoing across the room. Lucas looked up from his wine, a hint of amusement on his face.
Dario shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with me. "Aubrey, I can explain," he began, but I cut him off.
"Explain?" I repeated, my voice rising. "You think you can just waltz in here, disguised as a reporter, and expect me to just forgive and forget?" I took a step closer to him, my heels clicking on the marble floor.
Dario stood his ground, gazing back at me. I need to put this guy exactly where he belongs.
He needs to know we are no longer on the same level.
Lucas set his wine glass down and stood up, his eyes flashing with anger. "You've got some nerve, Dario," he said, his voice low and menacing. "After everything you've done to Aubrey, you think you can just show up and expect her to welcome you with open arms?" His eyes squinted. "You think she is that stupid?"