Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Well...”
Sabrina couldn’t shake off the odd feeling that tugged at her, but she didn’t dwell on it for too long. Instead, she decided to shift
the conversation and gripe about Tyrone’s request for a menu.
“Give me a moment. By the way, what else is on your mind?” Sabrina interjected, hoping that Tyrone might let go of the request
for the menu.
Tyrone, however, remained insistent.
“Nothing. I just want to hear your voice. You can set your phone aside and chat with me while you eat.”
Sabrina found herself at a loss.
“I’ll finish the last few bites and then head back,” she replied after a moment’s contemplation.
She knew that more falsehoods would be necessary to maintain her cover, and it weighed on her like an unspoken sigh.
Tyrone added, “Don’t hang up, even when you’re in a taxi. It’s late, and it’s not safe.”
Sabrina grappled with how to respond, and after some consideration, she hung up the phone and powered it off.
Upon her return to the hotel, Sabrina would dial Tyrone’s number, informing him that her phone was powered off.
It was a clever and well-executed plan.
With her phone now tucked away in her pocket, Sabrina rejoined the group in the chamber.
Nearby, Tyrone, having listened to the phone’s beep sound and observed the inactive screen, couldn’t help but sneer.
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If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, Sabrina’s act might have successfully fooled him.
No wonder she was handpicked by the director for her acting skills.
Back at the table, Mr. Patel was prepared to allow Sabrina to resume playing cards. She decided to finish this round.

After a few more rounds, Mr. Wilde received a phone call and indicated that he had to leave. Consequently, the game came to a
halt, and everyone began to depart.
As they got ready to leave, Blayze stood and addressed Sabrina, “You don’t need to call a taxi. I’m headed in the same direction.
I’ll give you a ride home.”
“Alright, thank you,” Sabrina accepted his offer without hesitation.
As Brady made his way to the door, he couldn’t conceal the slight curl of his lips at their conversation.
Sabrina followed Blayze to the underground garage and hopped into the car. The driver started the engine and pulled away.
Not far off, in a black vehicle, Tyrone observed their departure. His face bore a distinct expression of displeasure, and he
instructed his driver to head to the hotel.
Blayze’s car came to a stop at the hotel’s entrance. Sabrina stepped out and turned back to Blayze, saying, “Thank you, Blayze.
I’m heading upstairs. Take care.”