Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

A few minutes later, Sabrina’s number was sent to Rita. Rita dialed Sabrina’s number without hesitation.
“Miss Chavez, someone’s calling you,” Sabrina’s assistant informed, handing over the ringing phone.
Sabrina, currently engrossed in her work, had recently hired a driver and two temporary assistants to handle various aspects of
her life.
One assistant handled her photography invitations while another one took care of her crew-related responsibilities. There was a
dedicated special assistant responsible for her foundation.
She didn’t fancy being addressed in this manner, but her assistants seemed to prefer it.
The assistant, a senior student juggling part-time work, had nearly completed her thesis with just a few courses left. Planning to
work for Sabrina for a few months, the assistant found Sabrina’s arrangement suitable since Sabrina didn’t have other
commitments later.
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Glancing at the phone displaying an unfamiliar number from Violetholt, Sabrina guessed it was Rita.
She instructed the assistant, “You answer the phone and inform the caller that I’m currently occupied. I’ll talk to them once I finish
the shoot. From now on, handle all unfamiliar calls this way, unless they claim it’s an emergency. If you recognize the caller, let
me know.”
“Alright, I understand!”
Though her gaze fixed on the script, Sabrina drifted into contemplation.

It had been over two decades since they last saw each other. Rita wouldn’t just appear out of the blue unless there was
something significant.
But what could that reason be?
Lost in thought, Sabrina only snapped back to reality when the sounds of others in the dressing room reached her ears. She
composed herself, attempting to push aside the unsettling thoughts and focus on the script.
Meanwhile, the assistant stepped away and answered the phone, “Hello, I’m Sabrina’s assistant. May I ask who’s calling?”
“I’m her mother. Please ask her to answer the phone.”
The assistant was momentarily stunned. Sabrina’s mother?
But if it were truly Sabrina’s mother, why the unfamiliar number?
Obviously, Sabrina didn’t recognize this number.
Observing that Sabrina had been called for her scene, the assistant spoke into the phone.
“I’m sorry, Miss Chavez is currently working.”
If it’s urgent, please let me know. Otherwise, she’ll return your call after work.”
“Damn it! I’m her mother, not someone else. Pass the phone to her!”
Rita insisted sternly.

The assistant maintained her stance.