After a few rings, the call connected.

"Mr. Sumner, I'm really sorry about last night. I accidentally got drunk... I apologize. When are you free? I'd like to make it up to you-"

Damon calmly interrupted, "Nyla, you're no longer an employee of Park Pharmaceuticals. You don't need to call me Mr. Sumner."

Nyla bit her lip. "That's not the point. I'm really sorry about last night. If you're available, I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight."

There was a brief pause before Damon's deep voice sounded. "Nyla, I don't need your dinner. Last night was about wanting to see you. If you keep insisting, I might start to think you still have feelings for me."

Nyla lowered her gaze and replied nonchalantly, "Mr. Sumner, that's not what I meant... I just wanted to thank you. If my actions might lead to a misunderstanding, please send me the bill from last night, and I'll transfer the money to you." There was a moment of silence.

Nyla realized Damon was angry, but she didn't want to have any further interaction with him or give him the impression that there was still a possibility between them.

As she debated how to rephrase her words, the line suddenly went dead. Damon had hung up.

call back. Since he

sent him the money and then

she freshened up and

darkened immediately after

days, Nyla

hadn't bought a gift. If not for her schedule reminder, she might have forgotten entirely.

hours, she finally chose a pair

turned around and saw the sales associate leading Clark and Jordyn into

her clothes and bag exuding opulence-a stark contrast

faltered when they

and she scoffed. "Clark, let's go somewhere else. This place is too

The sales associate's smile

Cheatham, we carry high-end jewelry and

associate and pointed at Nyla. "Letting someone like her in proves your store's not

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