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.

faces, a sight Sabrina initially sought to avoid, dreading the curious glances

dawned on her that her post-divorce interactions with Tyrone didn’t necessitate clandestine maneuvers. Considering their connections within

realized she might have been overthinking

maneuvered the car into the subterranean garage. Descending from the vehicle, Sabrina and Tyrone took the VIP elevator, ascending

highest floor, where Sabrina’s former colleagues were nowhere in sight, ensuring a discreet

his secretaries and their expressions were impeccably

elevator together, the secretaries seated at their desks gracefully raised their heads, offering polite greetings devoid

one exception stood out. That

had

in