Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“I’m telling the truth,” Camden maintained.

Observing Sabrina’s reluctance, Camden adopted a more earnest tone.

“You don’t aspire to become an actress, do you?”

Sabrina hesitated briefly before nodding. “I simply wish to evade the relentless scrutiny of reporters and netizens. I don’t desire to be the center of attention.”

Camden embarked on a persuasive argument, “In reality, your apprehension is somewhat unwarranted and of minimal consequence. Our team is adept at handling such matters. What are the intentions of those paparazzi? To profit, correct? As long as you provide them with financial incentives, they’ll refrain from intruding into your personal life. Consider the recent plight of stars who’ve fallen from grace. Was it the result of paparazzi exposure? No, it was invariably the actions of others. As long as you abide by the law, what can the paparazzi and online denizens do? Their disparaging remarks stem from their own inadequacy.”

sensed something peculiar in Camden’s argument but couldn’t quite

this? Engage in a single scene first. If you genuinely find it unmanageable, I won’t press the

a moment before conceding,

exclaimed with an air of enthusiasm as he rose from his seat, procuring a script with alacrity. Swiftly, he thumbed through its pages until he pinpointed Sarah’s role. “Here,

script, her eyes scanning its contents

the precipice of death, a poignant exchange unfolded between her and the male lead, laying bare

this conversation, Sarah gently closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back to days gone

Sarah’s life were marked

suffered maltreatment and ostracization at the hands of villagers who

elderly gentleman hailed from meager means and Sarah, frail and emaciated, bore the brunt of bullying and

bullying, she sought refuge at a

of her own age,