Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina proffered.

“Why not tell me what you want now?”

Tyrone responded, “Let’s reserve that conversation until we’re in the company.”

Curiosity piqued, she pressed, “Why not share your thoughts now?” “It’s complicated. Discussing it here wouldn’t be suitable,” Tyrone explained.

Sabrina hesitated briefly before relenting, “Very well.”

Her reluctance to visit his company was palpable.

teeming with familiar faces, a sight Sabrina initially sought to avoid, dreading

some contemplation, it dawned on her that her post-divorce interactions with Tyrone didn’t necessitate clandestine maneuvers. Considering their connections within the Blakely family, appearing together in public was hardly

realized she might have

the subterranean garage. Descending from the vehicle, Sabrina and Tyrone took the VIP elevator, ascending directly to the floor housing

former colleagues were nowhere in sight, ensuring a discreet

change his secretaries and their expressions were

and Sabrina emerged from the elevator together, the secretaries seated at their desks

stood

had proved

in