Tony’s POV
“Sophia, I need you to work some overtime so we can meet up. You know, we have a lot of catch-ups to do,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady even though my bandaged hand was throbbing like hell.
But I had to continue with what I was trying to let Sophia understand. “We absolutely must develop this second-gen robot concept before the tech competition.”
I barely got halfway through before Sophia cut in sharply.
“No way, Mr Tony.” She didn’t even look up from her desk. “I’m still busy rushing Mr Joel’s order. And besides, overtime is illegal and not welcomed by me.”
Her dismissiveness made the heat rush to my face. Of all the things I expected, this wasn’t one of them.
“What? But Mellisa used to stay late at work every day.” I stressed the word ‘every,’ hoping she’d catch
