Scars Of A Broken Bond

Tyrone’s voice turned cold as he uttered, “There is no if. Even if you are pregnant now, I won’t allow the child to come into this world.” @

“Okay… Understood.” Sabrina nodded, taking a deep breath. She yearned to exit the room as quickly as possible. “Mr. Blakely, hadn’t you approved the plan? What instigated Darlene’s replacement?” @

It was uncommon for the CEO of Blakely Group to intervene in such minor affairs.

“I had my reasons.”

“Since the establishment of MQ Clothing, I have been overseeing its operations. You have never interfered before,” Sabrina asserted, undeterred. “Replacing Darlene should have been discussed with me.”

If he wished for a new spokesperson, all he had to do was say so. But appeasing Darlene and her agent, revising the plan, and strategizing for new advertisements fell to her and her team. The brand’s direction and promotional plan would need to be adjusted accordingly. ©

Leaning back into his chair, Tyrone crossed his legs. “Galilea will be our new spokesperson.” @

buzzed, everything else went blank. After what felt Like an

nod, tapping the table with one finger in a confident rhythm. “Galilea is launching her career in the country. This

in a sharp breath, feeling the air cut through her Lungs

steeled herself against the surge of disappointment in her chest. “The

always been perceived as chic

not mine,” Tyrone said. “I trust you’ll find a solution. This endorsement means a lot

if she’d been struck

breath, he handed her the brutal task of promoting his

as a machine

it my all,” Sabrina responded. Each word scraped against