Could you please…7?”

Bang.

His camera lay in shards at his feet. He looked up at Tyrone, who had risen to his feet, the words died in his throat.

Expressionless, Tyrone retrieved a business card from his pocket, tossing it dismissively to the floor. “How much is it? Get in touch with my secretary.”

Larry swiftly joined him, a reassuring hand on Tyrone’s shoulder, Larry, upon ending the call, found Tyrone seated solitary on a nearby chair, his vacant stare cast forward, rigid as a gravestone.

Larry approached, laying a comforting hand on Tyrone’s shoulder.

“Tyrone.”

Tyrone met Larry’s anxious gaze and managed to croak out, “I’m

needed time to gather

with Cesar was much like Sabrina’s with

mother, nor did he know his

were of a life shared with

him. Though they were his

“Do we tell Sabrina?”

The shock might be

was well aware that this magnitude of event

“Understood.”

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