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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Well... Fine.”
Since she was unwilling to go, he wouldn’t force her.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll return to work,” she said.
“Okay,” he replied.
As Sabrina stepped out of Tyrone’s office, she suddenly stopped.
Evelyn was standing nearby. Her eyes filled with burning intensity as she stared at Sabrina.
With a faint smile, Sabrina said, “Good afternoon, Evelyn.”
However, Evelyn glared back and responded with a dismissive snort before leaving.
In the restaurant Evelyn had booked, after Tyrone settled into his seat, the rest of the employees sat around the spacious round
table.
Evelyn pre-ordered the dishes, and the wait staff efficiently served each course as soon as everyone was seated.
Before the gathering, Evelyn took the initiative to send a personal message to Tyrone, inquiring about his food preferences. His
response was simple. “It’s up to you. Ask the others what they would like.”
Evelyn chose not to probe further.
Evelyn and Tyrone had worked together for a few years and shared countless dinners throughout their time working together.
Despite their familiarity, she could never quite discern his favorite dish.
He always exuded maturity and composure, maintaining an enigmatic poker face.
Once again, as a show of respect, the employees patiently waited for Tyrone to commence his meal before they followed suit.
The public relations department was known for its cheerful nature. One or two individuals were always engrossed in
conversation. Their lively presence soon lightened the mood and created a convivial atmosphere.
Tyrone settled back in his chair, holding his glass while occasionally engaging in conversation.

Even in his relaxed posture, he emanated an air of dignity and detachment.
Noticing this, Evelyn saw an opportunity to foster a deeper and more intimate connection with him. She gracefully served a plate
of vegetables and asked, “Would you care for some?”
Tyrone’s gaze briefly swept over the vegetables on the plate, yet he didn’t provide a direct answer. Instead, he politely
responded, “Thank you. You don’t need to pick food out for me.”
Evelyn was embarrassed and rendered momentarily speechless.
She placed the plate back and secretly glanced at Tyrone.
She felt disappointed when Tyrone didn’t eat the vegetables.
Just then, Tyrone’s mobile phone on the table Lit up with a message.

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