Scars Of A Broken Bond

Seated in a corner, Sabrina had an open folder in front of her, and her face was still a little pale.

Once all attendees had settled in, Tyrone claimed his chair at the head of the table, with Kylan marking the commencement of the meeting.

Following reports by several managers, it was Sabrina’s turn to present.

She inhaled deeply, rising to her feet and moving towards the projection screen. Displaying her characteristic confidence, she illustrated MQ Clothing’s seasonal achievements, along with its theme, design, manufacturing process, and next-stage plans.

“That concludes my presentation. Thank you.” She clicked to the final slide and bowed to the executives on both sides.

The senior executives then turned their attention to Tyrone.

“Mr. Blakely.” Kylan bent down to whisper into Tyrone’s ear.

had witnessed

Tyrone shuffled through his documents, glanced at the assembly on either side, and

executive director shared their

president. He subtly pointed out, “Sabrina is highly competent at her job. While I realize it’s not my place to interfere in personal affairs, it’s become

late. The company’s upper echelons had remained silent, primarily because they lacked the authority to discuss

not hindered by the same

board member. The company’s stock performance

seemed aware that Tyrone was at the center of the issue, yet none

her

my personal matters