Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Raising his glass, Blayze proposed a toast, “Allow me to offer a toast to you, Mr. Blakely.”

Tyrone raised his glass and replied, “Thank you, Mr. Fowler.”

With the atmosphere between them seemingly harmonious, the organizer continued the discussion about the daytime forum topics with a pleasant smile.

The organizer continued, “In recent years, we’ve all witnessed the economic challenges. Industrial growth is evidently dwindling, profits are diminishing, and losses are on the rise, particularly in areas with a bleak long-term supply outlook. Production levels are increasing, impinging on our competitive edge. In terms of technological innovations…”

As the organizer delved into the presentation, Tyrone sensed something amiss deep within him.

His fists clenched involuntarily, and he cast a desperate look toward Blayze.

A burning desire coursed through him, and he felt ensnared.

noting Tyrone’s inner turmoil, turned to him, and

knowing smile curled at the corners of Blayze’s lips, and their eyes held each other in silent

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sierra sitting in the nearby resting area, her

that he might be drugged when Blayze

wine in his

corridor, a waiter had approached him with a tray and

was something amiss

simmering tension between Tyrone and

himself, saying, “I’m sorry, I need to use the

appearing concerned, suggested, “Mr. Blakely doesn’t look well. He must

his long-windedness and said with an apologetic smile, “My apologies, I’ve been speaking for quite some time. Ben, kindly take Mr.