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?”

seemingly unsure. “We didn’t have a shoot

shoot? Why

Sabrina’s office door bolted shut indicating she was

always on site for commercial

the studio today, why was there

and cancelled today’s shoot.

If there’s no

observed Sabrina’s commitment over the past three

off a shoot unless circumstances were

inwardly and said softly, “I figured something

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