Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

As Rowell listened to Sabrina’s composed and articulate speech, an eagerness surged within him, and he couldn’t wait for the
Luncheon to come.
The scriptwriter and others discussed modifying Molly’s lines.
It was past twelve o’clock.
After concluding the discussion, Peter glanced at his watch and closed the script in his hand. “Well, let’s call it a day. I’ll update
you once the next session is confirmed.”
“Okay.” “Thank you, Peter.” Everyone agreed.
Rowell exchanged a knowing glance with Galilea and suggested, “Let’s all have dinner together before heading back. I‘1l have
the waiter bring in the dishes.”
“I’ll take care of it,” said the agent of one of the young men, standing up.
The young man and another individual were competing for a supporting role.
The two of them presented themselves during the discussion. Peter didn’t indicate his stance, so both felt they still had a chance.
Seeing this, other actors and assistants stood up and followed suit. “Allow me,” some chimed in.
“Stay seated, all of you. I’ll go,” Rowell said. “I have already ordered the dishes. Please, take a seat.”
He stepped out of the room briefly and returned a few minutes Later. The waiter served all the dishes. Peter made a brief
speech, and someone proposed a toast. Everyone raised their glasses in succession.
People at the table raised their glasses in toast and drank, engaging in flattery. Only a few of them were eating.
At this time, the young man’s agent took the initiative to propose a toast to Peter and other key individuals. Then, to Jericho, the
confirmed lead actor, and finally Galilea.
Galilea smiled and winked at Sabrina with a hint of malice in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I have a stomachache, so I don’t want to drink.”
Since Sabrina was Galilea’s assistant now, she had to do the honor for her. She picked up her glass and clinked it with the two.
“Cheers. I’ll drink on Ms. Clifford’s behalf.”

Then Sabrina drank it all in one gulp. For fear of being outdone, others also began to propose toasts. Sabrina, in turn, raised her
glass for Galilea.
The toasting continued, and Sabrina conversed with those present, toasting them for Galilea.
After a toast with Peter, Galilea refilled Sabrina’s glass and nodded at Rowell, saying, “Rowell, to our smooth cooperation and
promising future.”
“On behalf of Ms. Clifford, I propose a toast to you.” Sabrina raised her glass and clinked it with Rowell.
Rowell smiled slyly. “Of course, if we work together, we’ll definitely succeed.”
Sabrina couldn’t shake the feeling that Rowell was looking at her in a way that made her skin crawl.