Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

She shared her photography on social media, and various companies purchased copyrights from her to print postcards and images, adding to her income stream.

A gentle knock on the door heralded the entrance of a secretary, bearing a steaming cup of coffee which she carefully placed before Sabrina. She retreated a couple of steps and gently reminded, “Mr. Blakely, the meeting is scheduled to commence in ten minutes…” “Prepare accordingly.”

“Yes, sir,” the secretary responded before departing.

Sabrina Lifted her head inquiringly.

“You have a meeting?”

Tyrone responded, “Indeed, you’re welcome to make yourself comfortable here. We can catch up once my meeting concludes.”

his desk, retrieving a document from the drawer, evidently essential for

“Alright.”

“Make yourself at home.”

“Very well,” Sabrina replied.

she found herself alone in the expanse of

taking in her surroundings

desk alone occupied a substantial area,

line of bookshelves adorned one wall, housing a collection of books and prized

area featuring plush and opulent seating, along with an exquisite

tank and sculptures graced a corner, while renowned artworks adorned the

French window and an