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.

secretarial staff tiptoed through their tasks, fearful

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 courage to confront Tyrone’s turbulent

grappled internally with

comprehended that the root cause of this upheaval lay squarely at Sabrina’s feet. He decided to do something to address

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

Galilea’s assistant. Fearing any potential injustices befalling you, he

eyes widened in

Galilea on her behalf? In that case, all those resources Galilea had acquired and that they attended the party together were conditions set by

deceiving me, are you?”

vigorously affirmed. “Galilea vowed to testify by the end of tonight.