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?”

“We didn’t

Why so?” Tyrone

bolted shut indicating she was out, probably at a location

on site for commercial

the studio

informed us about an emergency and cancelled today’s shoot. She left immediately. We’re in the dark about the

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

had observed Sabrina’s commitment over

off a shoot

sneered inwardly and said softly, “I figured something must’ve come up. Actually, Tyrone, I have a favor to

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