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

shoot? Why so?”

Sabrina’s office door bolted shut indicating she was

was always on site for commercial

studio today, why was there no

us about an emergency and cancelled today’s shoot. She

must be an emergency. If there’s no

Sabrina’s commitment over

a shoot unless circumstances were

blame Sabrina, Galilea sneered inwardly and said softly, “I figured

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