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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Tyrone reached for his phone and unlocked the screen. As he began to respond to the message, Evelyn couldn’t help but notice
the contact name-Sabrina.
She couldn’t see the content of the message, but witnessing Tyrone’s softened expression as he replied made her feel a pang of
jealousy.
Another message arrived, making Tyrone smile and continue typing.
Most of the time, he would make phone calls or send e-mails. It was rare for him to send messages.
As Evelyn continued observing Tyrone’s actions, thoughts of his interactions with Sabrina resurfaced, intensifying her feelings of
envy. Unconsciously, she tightened her grip around her fork.
Tyrone’s phone screen lit up again, signaling another incoming message.
He was about to respond when Evelyn decided to speak up. “Mr. Blakely, I’d like to propose a toast to you. Thank you for your
care and support throughout the years. I am committed to making valuable contributions to Blakely Group in the future.”
Tyrone turned off his phone and raised his glass. “You’re welcome.”
The deputy director followed the example and made a toast to Tyrone, followed by the rest of the employees in the department.
Each expressed their gratitude and respect.
Tyrone graciously accepted three more toasts before politely asking them to refrain from further toasting.
Halfway through the dinner, Tyrone’s phone rang. It was a call from his driver.
Tyrone excused himself and walked to the corridor to answer the phone.
“Mr. Blakely, we have a flat tire. I have called the repair shop and asked them to deal with it. Shall I get another car?”
After a moment’s pause, Tyrone replied, “No, you can head back. I’1L ask my wife to pick me up after dinner.”
“Very well, sir.”
After ending the call, Tyrone checked the recent chat history with Sabrina on his phone.
He noticed a new message from Sabrina, asking if he was still planning to go to karaoke.

Instead of replying through text, Tyrone decided to call her.
The phone barely rang twice when Sabrina answered the phone. “Are you out of the private room?”
“Yes,”
“Okay. Don’t get drunk,” Sabrina reminded him, emphasizing what she had mentioned during their previous chat.
“I won’t”
“Are you going to karaoke? When will you come back? Should I wait for you?”
“I won’t stay long. The driver had a flat tire. Will you pick me up after karaoke?”

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