Scars Of A Broken Bond

A few seconds later, his call was answered..

A man asked, “Mr. Blakely, what seems to be the problem?”

“I need you to unmask these bloggers within a day.”

Tyrone’s patience with the media had clearly been exhausted, their repeated provocations wearing thin on his tolerance.

“Rest easy. By tomorrow, you’ll have your answer.”

Once the call ended, Tyrone returned to the website.

Kylan had already instructed technicians to scrub the posts.

to the master bedroom, carefully

“Aren’t you Leaving?”

sound. Her voice was still raspy with sleep as

was awake, Tyrone approached the bedside, his

Sabrina merely gazed at

suddenly realized that she must have assumed he was on

by

crossed her mind, Sabrina

either numb to it, or perhaps she just didn’t care

aware that the apparent harmony between her and Tyrone was merely to appease