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 said, “Good afternoon,

responded with a dismissive

settled into his seat,

dishes, and the wait staff efficiently served

Evelyn took the initiative to send a personal message to Tyrone, inquiring about his food preferences. His response was simple. “It’s

chose not to probe

together for a few years and shared countless dinners throughout their time working together. Despite their familiarity, she could never quite discern

and composure, maintaining an enigmatic

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

department was known for its cheerful nature. One or two individuals were always engrossed in conversation. Their lively

in his chair, holding his glass while occasionally

posture, he emanated an air of