Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“No, carry on without me.” Tyrone waved his hand.

And that was enough for the vice director.

Tyrone’s presence was enough of an honor.

Tyrone then loosened his collar, revealing his collarbone, and decided to take a breather outside.

“Mr. Blakely!” Evelyn assumed he was leaving.

With a measured gaze, Tyrone said, “Just getting some fresh air. It’s a bit stuffy in here.”

Evelyn blushed and displayed an embarrassed expression

a waiter walked in carrying

with cutting the cake, Tyrone slipped away

waiting outside for some time, Tyrone still felt a bit

to the room, the cake had

piece of cake. “Mr. Blakely, would you care for a

here,” Tyrone said in a hoarse voice, pointing at a table

cake on the

cake. Checking his watch and picked up his coat from the sofa, he announced, “It’s getting late. Time

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asked,

Blakely, do stay a bit longer,” an

have fun.” Tyrone exited the room with his