The phone kept ringing a couple of times before it connected.

"Mr. Monroe, I really apologize for last night. I accidentally got drunk. Sorry. When are you free? I'd like to make things up to you—"

Lyon cut her off peacefully, "Sofia, you're no longer an employee of Park Pharmaceuticals. You don't need to refer to me as Mr. Monroe."

I gritted my teeth. "That is not the point. I'm truly sorry for last night. If you're available, I'd love to take you out for dinner tonight."

There was a silence for a moment before Lyon's deep voice boomed out. "Sofia, I don't need your dinner. Last night was about...