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.”

anxious gaze and

needed time to

bond with Cesar was much

his mother, nor did he know his father’s

earliest recollections were of a

Though they were his

“Do we tell Sabrina?”

The shock

aware that this magnitude of event couldn’t

“Understood.”

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