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 so?”

door bolted shut indicating she was out, probably at a location

on

studio today, why was there no

to the studio, Sabrina abruptly informed us about an emergency and cancelled today’s shoot.

emergency. If there’s no

commitment over

call off a shoot unless circumstances

figured something must’ve come up. Actually, Tyrone, I have a favor to ask

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