Lyvana closed her eyes for a brief second before answering.
"I'm fine," she said coolly. "I'm home."
"Thank God," Mark exhaled. "I tried calling earlier, but you didn't pick up. I was worried sick."
Sure you were.
"I still have friends in the media," Mark continued. "And the police. They are already working on finding those people who vandalized the company. I can come over."
"That won't be necessary, maybe later. I'll keep you updated," Lyvana added. "If there's anything you need to know, you'll hear it from me."
"Alright," Mark said. "I will order your favorite sirloin steak. So just relax."
Lyvana was surprised for a moment. So after all this time of being together, Mark still did not know what she liked and what she disliked.
Sirloin steak? For real?
"What is it? You don't like it?" He asked when she said nothing.
"I do, thank you."
Lyvana lowered the phone and stared at it for a moment before setting it face down on the table.
