Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

She shared her photography on social media, and various companies purchased copyrights from her to print postcards and
images, adding to her income stream.
A gentle knock on the door heralded the entrance of a secretary, bearing a steaming cup of coffee which she carefully placed
before Sabrina. She retreated a couple of steps and gently reminded, “Mr. Blakely, the meeting is scheduled to commence in ten
minutes...” “Prepare accordingly.”
“Yes, sir,” the secretary responded before departing.
Sabrina Lifted her head inquiringly.
“You have a meeting?”
Tyrone responded, “Indeed, you’re welcome to make yourself comfortable here. We can catch up once my meeting concludes.”
Tyrone then approached his desk, retrieving a document from the drawer, evidently essential for the impending meeting.
“Alright.”
“Make yourself at home.”
“Very well,” Sabrina replied.
As Tyrone exited the room, she found herself alone in the expanse of the CEO’s office.
Sabrina rose from her seat, taking in her surroundings with keen interest.
The CEO’s office was remarkably spacious. The custom-made desk alone occupied a substantial area, sporting three computer
screens.
A line of bookshelves adorned one wall, housing a collection of books and prized trinkets.
To the left, there was a reception area featuring plush and opulent seating, along with an exquisite coffee table.
A decorative fish tank and sculptures graced a corner, while renowned artworks adorned the walls.
To the right, there stood a French window and an entrance leading to a separate Lounge.

Although Sabrina hadn’t visited this particular lounge before, she was well aware that in Tyrone’s previous office, it resembled a
luxurious hotel suite, meticulously furnished and equipped.
She gracefully roamed the office, her attention drawn to the elegant fish gliding serenely within the aquarium.
After a substantial stretch of time, her tranquility was disrupted by a sudden chime of a phone.
Sabrina instinctively reached for her phone, only to realize that the sound didn’t come from her device.
Following the ringing, she swiveled around, her gaze alighting upon a mobile phone resting on the desk. The screen illuminated
because of the incoming call.