"Cancel my meetings, Daphne," Isabella said in a deadly calm voice. "It's going to take all day to fix this. And get my father on the phone. Now."
Daphne nodded and gave Del and "eek!" look before she backed out of the office.
Isabella looked at Del. "Do you like scotch? I hate the shit but we're going to start our morning off with a drink and a fucking cupcake."
Who gave a fuck if it was 9 a.m.? She needed a drink and some fucking comfort food before she talked to her father or started messing with her files. Cussing like a sailor would also help.