Scars Of A Broken Bond

A subtle shift in her countenance revealed her consternation. With gritted teeth, she proceeded to dial Blayze’s number.

Glancing at his screen, Blayze courteously interjected, “Excuse me.”

“Please, go ahead.”

With his phone in hand, Blayze retreated to the emergency exit, a serious demeanor etched across his face.

“What’s the matter?” he inquired.

“Blayze, he’s disappeared!” Sierra urgently recounted the recent turn of events.

“I see,” Blayze responded with a furrowed brow.

his secretary, instructing, “Keep a watchful eye on all the building exits and arrange

“Yes, sir.”

and Ben entering the elevator, knew with certainty that

on her way out, and nothing seemed amiss during her journey to Tyrone’s room, it was clear that if Tyrone had indeed sought

stairs would consume precious time, indicating that Tyrone was likely still within the

the exits blocked, there was no escape for Tyrone. The effects of

Sierra impatiently stamped her feet

anticipated Tyrone’s sudden

with another call from Tyrone

she gracefully answered, “Hello? What’s