Sophia took a deep breath, forcing down her anger. "Fine," she said, her voice tight. "I apologize..."
"Hold on," Bryce interrupted, his voice dripping with mock concern. "That's not a very sincere apology, is it? You're still looking down on us."
Sophia frowned. "What do you want?"
Bryce smiled, a cruel glint in his eyes. "We businessmen have our own way of apologizing... There's some fine liquor in here, reserved for special guests. How about you pour each of us a glass and offer a toast? Then we'll forgive you."
"What?" Sophia exclaimed, her face paling. "Absolutely not!"
There were at least forty or fifty executives in the lounge. Even with the smallest glasses, that would be over a liter of alcohol. And bowing to each of them... it was a blatant attempt to humiliate her.
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