Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Well… Fine.”

Since she was unwilling to go, he wouldn’t force her.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll return to work,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied.

As Sabrina stepped out of Tyrone’s office, she suddenly stopped.

Evelyn was standing nearby. Her eyes filled with burning intensity as she stared at Sabrina.

Sabrina

back and responded with a dismissive snort before

after Tyrone settled into his seat, the rest of the employees sat

pre-ordered the dishes, and the wait staff efficiently served each course as soon as everyone

initiative to send a personal message to Tyrone, inquiring about his food preferences. His response was simple. “It’s up to you. Ask the others what

chose not to probe

together for a few years and shared countless dinners throughout their time working

exuded maturity and composure, maintaining

a show of respect, the employees patiently waited for Tyrone

public relations department was known for its cheerful nature. One or two individuals were always engrossed in

his chair, holding

relaxed posture, he emanated