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.” @

After what felt Like an eternity, Sabrina found

the table with one finger in a confident rhythm. “Galilea is launching

air cut through her Lungs

herself against the surge of disappointment in her chest. “The image of Galilea just

chic

a solution. This endorsement means a lot

if she’d been struck by Lightning, unable to

same breath, he handed

a

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