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

Why so?”

ago, he had noticed Sabrina’s office door bolted shut indicating she was out, probably

on site for

was at the studio today, why was

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

an emergency. If there’s no shoot,

observed Sabrina’s commitment over the past three

call off a shoot unless circumstances were

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

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