Scars Of A Broken Bond

Upon the completion of her afternoon filming, Sabrina graciously adorned Galilea with a down jacket, and the two of them headed toward the dressing room. In a casual tone, Sabrina remarked, “I’ve perused the schedule. It appears you have a few days off ahead.”

“Indeed. Two days from now, you’ll be accompanying me to Semonar. I have an engagement there.”

“Very well.” “Oh, and by the way, there’s a meeting at a club at 8:45 a.m. tomorrow. I’d like you to join me.”

Sabrina, a hint of surprise dancing in her gaze, inquired, “A morning meeting, you say?”

Galilea settled gracefully into a chair and cast an amiable glance at Sabrina as she explained, “We’ll be meeting the director overseeing one of our productions and conducting a script reading session as well. Naturally, it will be followed by Lunch. Just remember to come to my aid if they attempt to inundate me with excessive drinks.”

Sabrina recognized that typically, once a role was chosen, the crew would meticulously dissect the script together, analyzing its intricacies and identifying any imperfections. This process served not only to enhance their comprehension of their respective roles but also to rectify any narrative discrepancies.

Sabrina nodded, affirming, “Understood.”

Galilea into the van, Sabrina bid her farewell with a gentle, “See you tonight,”

a fleeting glint of malevolence flickering within her

the previous night

that everything should rightfully be hers. Subsequently, Galilea punched in a

of the phone Laughed with evil intention. “Don’t worry. ALL is prepared.

sexual encounter with Tyrone’s woman was palpable in every

instructed him with determination, “Remember to station additional personnel at the entrance. We must not allow

leaving Galilea with a sense of

terminated the call, her anticipation