Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Sabrina hesitated momentarily before replying, “Okay, just don’t be too late.”
“Sure. Drive safely on your way,” Tyrone said in a low voice.
After ending the call, Tyrone stood beside a window in the corridor, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.
A cool breeze blew against his skin, relieving him of the heat he felt all over his body.
He removed his coat and draped it over his elbow.
Unbeknownst to Tyrone, Evelyn stepped out of the private room. Her attention was immediately drawn to his imposing stature
and strong back. Spellbound, she stood there, gazing at him for a long, lingering moment.
After dinner, the group decided to carry the night forward at a karaoke bar.
While all the employees had departed, Tyrone remained seated in his chair.
Evelyn threw him a smile, teasing, “Aren’t you ready to call it a day, Mr. Blakely?”
Upon getting no response from Tyrone, she decided to tempt him. “I have a cake waiting in the karaoke room. It’s only fair that
you have a slice.”
The vice director chimed in, adding, “The karaoke bar is just around the corner, Mr. Blakely. A short stroll won’t eat up too much
of your time.
“Alright, let’s do this.” Tyrone fetched his coat from the back of his chair.
Promptly, the vice director stepped in to assist him with it.
As they stepped into the karaoke bar, someone was already selecting songs to sing.
Tyrone found a secluded corner, and with a sigh, sank into a chair, unbuttoning his collar.
With his left arm resting on the armrest, he massaged his furrowed brows.
An unexplained headache and a bout of dizziness began to trouble him.
“Mr. Blakely, you don’t look too good. Here, have some water,” suggested Evelyn, handing him a disposable cup filled with water.

“Thank you.” With a lift of his glasses, Tyrone gazed at Evelyn.
A smile fluttered across Evelyn’s face as Tyrone took a sip of water.
Was Evelyn fond of him? He couldn’t really tell.
Tonight, she was unusually attentive, yet never crossed the line.
The room echoed with the sounds of merry singing.
A few songs in, the vice director couldn’t resist asking, “Mr. Blakely, might we be graced with a song from you?”