Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Bang! A resounding cacophony ensued as the computer, keyboard, and folders on the table were swept to the floor with a
thunderous crash.
The screen plunged into darkness. Beside him, Kylan held his breath, head bowed, endeavoring to make himself inconspicuous.
“Keep a vigilant eye on her now! I wish to witness the extent of her endurance!” Tyrone exclaimed, his teeth clenched as he
tugged at his collar.
“Yes, sir,” Kylan responded before swiftly departing. On the subsequent day, Galilea had only one scene, albeit a combat
sequence that required intricate wire stunts.
Having conferred with the director, Galilea had arranged for Sabrina to assume responsibility for the fight scene as her
substitute.
Sabrina remained entirely oblivious to the fighting scene. In order not to delay the shooting progress, she came to the set early to
learn martial arts.
The martial artist director was glad to witness Sabrina’s dedicated effort, noting her lack of complaint even as she was
suspended by wires. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but sigh at the fact that she was merely a stand-in.
Upon completing her studies, Sabrina glanced at the time and then set off for Galilea’s residence.
Galilea’s abode was a splendid two-story villa, its sole occupant being Galilea herself.
When she arrived, Sabrina entered the password to get in.
She stood in the hallway, surveying the expanse of the Living room before ascending the staircase to the bedroom. “Galilea? It’s
time to get up! Can you hear me, Galilea?”
“Alright!” came Galilea’s muffled response from within her room.
Sabrina descended to the lower floor, busying herself with the preparation of breakfast and setting it meticulously upon the Living
room table.
Suddenly, a radiant glint of white light caught her eye. She stooped down, discovering a man’s watch clandestinely nestled
beneath the table.

The presence of a man who had spent the night at Galilea’s dwelling was unmistakable.
Sabrina discreetly nudged the watch beneath the sofa, feigning ignorance.
Her thoughts whirled as she contemplated the identity of the man capable of sharing Galilea’s bed. He must wield considerable
influence in the entertainment industry or perhaps hold a prominent role as a producer.
Silently, Sabrina dispatched a message to Darren.
Sabrina was no fool. Her endurance as Galilea’s assistant for a month would be all for naught if Galilea were to backtrack on
their agreement.
If she could dig out any dirt on Galilea, she would at Least sway Galilea’s decision with the evidence she gathered when Galilea
attempted to retract their commitment, even though she couldn’t compel Galilea to testify.