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.

a faint smile, Sabrina

back and responded with a dismissive snort before

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

the wait staff efficiently served each course as soon as

Tyrone, inquiring about his food preferences. His response was simple. “It’s up to you. Ask the others what they

chose not to probe

Tyrone had worked together for a few years and shared countless dinners throughout their time

maturity and composure, maintaining an enigmatic

show of respect, the employees patiently waited for Tyrone to commence his meal before they

public relations department was known for its cheerful nature. One or two individuals were always engrossed in conversation. Their lively presence soon lightened the mood and created

his chair, holding his glass while occasionally

in his relaxed posture, he emanated an air of