Evelyn glanced at the caller ID and saw it was an internal call from the CEO's office.

She took a deep breath to compose herself and answered the phone with feigned sweetness. "Hello, Mr. Blakely."

"Evelyn, step into my office," Tyrone requested in a cold tone.

"Sure."

Evelyn scrutinized her reflection in a handheld mirror, brushing her hair back in an attempt to compose herself. She believed, possibly, Tyrone was oblivious to her role in the drugging incident.