Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Galilea located a seat and gracefully seated herself.

A quietude descended upon the room, slowly congealing into an atmosphere of tense anticipation.

The veteran actor took the initiative to start the conversation. Although their discourse appeared to maintain a veneer of superficiality and formality, it did serve to inject a modicum of vitality into the gathering.

Sabrina couldn’t help but ponder whether this prevailing ambiance was a customary feature within these exclusive circles.

Despite their shared professional designation, their interactions deviated markedly from those of ordinary individuals, forever on guard against the Looming specter of conflicting interests that could swiftly transform them into adversaries.

The others arrived at about 10:00 a.m.. In a show of respect, everyone in the room rose to offer their greetings.

accompanied by two assistant directors and the esteemed

eyes widened with astonishment as she noted

very man featured in the video sent to her by Darren. His name was Rowell

sheer happenstance, the man’s gaze intersected with Sabrina’s, subjecting

upon catching sight of Galilea, registered a visible surprise, his gaze briefly

editing to dubbing processes. Consequently, the preparatory groundwork and role selection for the upcoming project fell under the purview

sporadic visits to Camden’s set, he had observed Galilea in action. Camden was known for his gracious demeanor. If he were in the director’s shoes, he would not call cut for

enjoyed a longstanding friendship with Camden, marking their

took the proactive step of ushering everyone

that moment that his gaze alighted upon Sabrina. His inquisitive glances couldn’t

Sabrina find herself in the