Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Galilea gathered her wits, her words finally forming. “Sorry. I’m a friend of Sabrina’s. She’s currently occupied. Although I don‘t
quite grasp the details, I will relay your message to her.”
Murray harbored no suspicions. “Thank you. Please do inform her.”
Upon concluding the call, Galilea promptly returned the phone to Sabrina’s handbag, ensuring it resumed its original position.
She cast her gaze upon the bustling crowd, her mind in a whirl.
In the subsequent scenes, Galilea’s attention wandered, causing her to falter and fail to complete her filming.
The director’s expression soured, his dissatisfaction palpable as he addressed Galilea, “Your character should exude
confidence. What’s going on here? You appear burdened with guilt! I am beginning to question whether you’ve committed some
wrongdoing. Forget it. Let’s start filming fighting scene first. You can have a rest and pull yourself together.”
Then, the director summoned the crew to bring Sabrina to the set.
In his eyes, Galilea, a seasoned actress, paled in comparison to a newcomer standing in for her.
After Sabrina completed her part, Galilea resumed filming. While not entirely composed, she displayed marked improvement
compared to her earlier distractions.
Following the director’s command to halt the scene, Sabrina gracefully bestowed the down jacket upon Galilea.
A midday rendezvous for lunch with the crew unfolded, prompted by Galilea’s impending afternoon filming.
As Sabrina approached with a tray of delectable sustenance for Galilea, her ears perked up to the dulcet tones of Galilea
engaging in a phone conversation within the confines of the van. Apparently, the call emanated from her studio, bearing the
news that an assortment of scripts had been dispatched for her to peruse.
Sabrina possessed prior knowledge of two of these scripts, both boasting considerable potential in the ensuing season. Coveted
by actors far and wide, these narratives had garnered significant attention.
One of the scripts bore the indelible mark of a renowned director-scriptwriter duo, veterans of countless collaborations and
recipients of numerous accolades. It was poised to be a monumental undertaking.

She checked the remaining scripts, discovering that they too derived their inspiration from beloved novels that had already
garnered considerable acclaim.
Sabrina couldn’t help but be taken aback by this revelation.
During the intermissions of these past couple of days, Sabrina had gleaned tidbits from the crew’s conversations, affording her a
modicum of insight into this industry’s dynamics. Those who had the privilege of cherry-picking scripts typically fell into two
categories: either they held sway over a devoted fan base or wielded financial clout to support the production.
Galilea, once the darling of a fervent following, had witnessed her fan base dwindle during her six-month hiatus and endured the
taint of scandal of being a third party. Consequently, Galilea found herself relegated to a supporting role in this upcoming series.
But how could she pick the script now? Was it because of Elton?
Elton had propelled the Clifford family to soaring heights with his swift progress and cemented his position within the realm of
Mathias. However, once Tyrone severed ties with Galilea, Elton, too, had severed his connection with Galilea. Elton wouldn’t
offer assistance to Galilea any longer, right?
Conceivably, there might be other underlying factors at play.
Galilea, unruffled as though she had anticipated this, instructed to dispatch the script to her later in the evening. She would
diligently sift through them to select the cream of the crop.