Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Kylan, why are you still here?”

Sabrina’s curiosity was piqued and she sought clarification.

“I… I wish to have a word with you.”

Kylan hesitated, his words carrying a hint of uncertainty. f course, please proceed.”

“In truth, Mr. Blakely had a compelling motive for supporting Galilea and accompanying her to the party,” Kylan divulged.

Over the preceding days, Tyrone had been ensnared in a disquieting emotional quagmire, an aura of unease encircling him, rendering those in his vicinity wary and apprehensive.

CEO’s office, the secretarial staff tiptoed through their tasks, fearful of disturbing his tempestuous

various divisions, entrusted with documents necessitating Tyrone’s signature, lingered at the office threshold for a protracted span, their inner turmoil palpable. Eventually, they mustered the

internally

this upheaval lay squarely at Sabrina’s feet. He decided to do something to

taken aback by Kylan’s unexpected revelation. Her surprise was evident as she inquired, “What reason

well-being as Galilea’s assistant. Fearing any potential injustices befalling you, he proactively negotiated with Galilea. When he recognized your reluctance to accept his aid, he chose not to disclose these efforts to

eyes widened

those resources Galilea had acquired and that they attended the party together were

You’re not deceiving me, are you?” Sabrina

promise!” Kylan vigorously affirmed. “Galilea vowed to testify by the end