Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina, making her way downstairs, saw a handful of her co-workers already on the bus. Lifting her bag, she climbed aboard, navigated her way to the rear, and slid into a vacant double seat.

Following her, more employees hopped onto the bus, rapidly filling up the vehicle.

“Mind if I sit here, Sabrina?” A masculine voice rang out. Looking up at the voice’s owner, Sabrina nodded lightly. “Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Bob Evans, a colleague from the MF department, took the seat next to her.

A former employee of MQ Clothing, he had later found his way to MF. Bob once confessed his feelings for Sabrina, yet she didn’t reciprocate.

blue, someone exclaimed, “Mr. Blakely, you’re joining

stepping onto the bus,

drive her to the resort, but she had

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unwind, too,” quipped another colleague, a grin playing on

of cheerfulness, filling the bus

only a few spots left, either by the window or towards the back, Tyrone walked

expect Mr. Blakely to be part

hung in the air, seeming to be directed both

into the

bus departed