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.

the first time Kylan had witnessed Tyrone lose focus

his documents, glanced at the assembly

the executive director shared their

job. While I realize it’s not my place to interfere in personal affairs, it’s

of late. The company’s upper echelons had remained silent, primarily because

the vice president was not hindered by

The company’s stock

at the center of

her

regret that my personal matters have