Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina proffered.
“Why not tell me what you want now?”
Tyrone responded, “Let’s reserve that conversation until we’re in the company.”
Curiosity piqued, she pressed, “Why not share your thoughts now?” “It’s complicated. Discussing it here wouldn’t be suitable,”
Tyrone explained.
Sabrina hesitated briefly before relenting, “Very well.”
Her reluctance to visit his company was palpable.
The gathering was teeming with familiar faces, a sight Sabrina initially sought to avoid, dreading the curious glances that might
follow her alongside Tyrone.
However, upon some contemplation, it dawned on her that her post-divorce interactions with Tyrone didn’t necessitate
clandestine maneuvers. Considering their connections within the Blakely family, appearing together in public was hardly a cause
for concern.
She realized she might have been overthinking it.
The chauffeur deftly maneuvered the car into the subterranean garage. Descending from the vehicle, Sabrina and Tyrone took
the VIP elevator, ascending directly to the floor housing the CEO’s domain.
Their destination was on the highest floor, where Sabrina’s former colleagues were nowhere in sight, ensuring a discreet arrival.
Tyrone didn’t change his secretaries and their expressions were impeccably composed.
As Tyrone and Sabrina emerged from the elevator together, the secretaries seated at their desks gracefully raised their heads,
offering polite greetings devoid of any undue scrutiny.
However, one exception stood out. That was Kylan.
Kylan’s guess had proved accurate.
Tyrone had Left the company in a hurry to see Sabrina.

Tyrone acknowledged his secretaries with a nod and requested. “PLease fetch me a cup of coffee.”
Upon stepping into the CEO’s office, Sabrina surveyed her surroundings and commented, “Tyrone, your office appears to have
expanded significantly since my last visit. Truly impressive!”
Tyrone beamed. “Do you like it? If you ever decide to return to work, I’ll secure an identical one for you. What do you say?”
Sabrina reclined on the sofa, legs casually crossed.
“I think I’ll pass.”
She was thoroughly enjoying her life. Why return to the grind? Besides, she had no intention of resting on her laurels.