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?”

unsure. “We

shoot? Why so?”

noticed Sabrina’s office door bolted shut indicating she was out,

on site for

studio today, why was there

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

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

had observed Sabrina’s commitment

off a shoot

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

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