Lyric told me she loved me. She promised to be mine. My assistant. My lover. Just...mine. When I found her updated resume on the copier in the office, I did what I had to do to make sure she'd stay put. Morally questionable? Sure. Ask me if I care. She talked about wanting my babies one day. I just moved up the timeline. Lyric knew the type of man I am when we got involved, so however mad she is about my methods is on her. The ends justify the means, and I refuse to apologize for something I'm not sorry about. Probably.