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?”

paused, seemingly unsure. “We didn’t have a shoot

Why so?”

shut indicating she was out, probably at a

always on site for commercial

the studio today, why

the studio, Sabrina abruptly informed us about an emergency and cancelled

no shoot, feel free

had observed Sabrina’s commitment over

call off a shoot unless circumstances

said softly, “I figured something must’ve

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