Sabrina was no pushover. The only person capable of influencing her was Tyrone, her beloved.

The meeting was over.

Posture slumped, Tyrone propped himself against the chair’s backrest while massaging his brows.

Suddenly, his cellphone buzzed.

He picked up the phone, gave the display a fleeting glance, and greeted, “Hello.”

“Tyrone, are you at the office? I’m heading your way.”

Glancing at his desktop calendar, Tyrone inquired, “You’ve wrapped up the shoot so early?”

Galilea paused, seemingly unsure. “We didn’t have a shoot

Why so?”

bolted shut indicating she was out, probably

on site for commercial

at the studio today, why was

and cancelled today’s shoot.

emergency. If there’s no shoot, feel free to swing

observed Sabrina’s commitment over the past

a shoot unless

“I figured something must’ve come up. Actually, Tyrone,

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