Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Absolutely!”
Sabrina cleared her throat with a hint of playful skepticism.
“Well, if the photos don’t turn out quite flattering and your fans aren’t pleased with them, remember not to attribute them to me.”
In a previous photography class, her mentor, Blayze, had imparted the art of capturing people with diverse styles. With her skills,
Sabrina earned the admiration of her models due to her excellent photos.
But she had never photographed a celebrity.
“Okay,” Bradley chimed in with a chuckle.
“You can gauge the comments once they’re released. If the praises outweigh the criticism, you can proudly declare it as your
work. If it’s the other way around, you can play the vanishing act.”
Laughter echoed through the air.
The pair made their way to a restaurant, their conversation bubbling with mirth. Opting for a secluded dining chamber, they
continued chatting while savoring their meal.
After their midnight meal, Bradley gallantly offered, “Allow me to drive you home, alright?”
“Thanks, but I don’t have any scenes tomorrow. I think it’s best if I drive myself back,” Sabrina declared.
“In that case... Have a safe journey,” Bradley remarked, a hint of concern in his voice.
Sabrina embarked on her journey homeward.
However, their entrance into the restaurant together did not go unnoticed by the paparazzi’s ever-watchful lenses.
In the dead of night, their names swiftly ascended the ranks of trending topics. At this time, Sabrina was in peaceful slumber.
Thankfully, Bradley’s adept team caught wind of the situation and promptly doused the burgeoning hot search. The following
morning, all remained serene.
Tyrone, too, had been entrenched in a flurry of activities in recent days. He was engrossed in an economic forum held in
Mathias.

The forum’s grand opening unfolded, featuring speeches from organizers and prominent leaders, followed by individual thematic
presentations from attending guests.
As Mathias’ youngest tycoon and the steward of a leading enterprise, Tyrone had the honor of delivering the inaugural address,
his subject revolving around enterprise innovation and growth.
His visage bore a gravitas, his words eloquent and deliberate, delivered with a cadence that swayed between soothing and
commanding.
At strategic pauses, his gaze swept over the entire assembly, his eyes resolute and penetrating.
His discourse left a profound impact, igniting fervent discussions and garnering hearty applause.
Upon concluding his speech, Tyrone graciously greeted and handed over the microphone to the next speaker.
In a distant corner, Sierra fixated her gaze on Tyrone as if under a spell, unable to regain her composure for quite some time.