Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

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Had he placed his trust in Sabrina then, perhaps the current chaos could have been averted. She would not have been the subject of online hostility.

Despite her innocence, she was trapped in a virtual cesspool, with every appearance instigating a wave of fingers pointed at her.

Subconsciously, Sabrina recoiled a step, averting her gaze. “Mr.

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Blakely.” An earlier apology might have stirred her emotions deeply.

“There's no one else here. You can call me Tyrone.” Maintaining a serene facade, Sabrina quietly responded, “Mr.

Blakely, | agree with Harrell. My personal matters have inflicted heavy losses upon the company. | should bear the responsibility. Therefore, | intend to resign.” A frown crossed Tyrone's face. “This issue is mine, not yours.

Focus on your work, don't overthink.” Sabrina pressed her lips together.

She didn’t wish to overthink.

But, under such immense pressure, even breathing was a struggle.

Even within the company, she felt scrutinized wherever she went, faces filled with queries, scorn, and lewdness.

Struggling to maintain normalcy was the best she could manage.

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Did this issue truly not involve her? Then why was everyone targeting her? “Perhaps you could take a few days off?” Tyrone suggested, observing her silence.

“We'll discuss this later. | need to get back to work.” Sabrina turned to leave.

“We are visiting my grandparents on Saturday morning,” Tyrone abruptly said, halting her.

Stunned momentarily, Sabrina replied, “| remember.” Saturday marked the death anniversary of Tyrone’s father and Larry's mother.

Tyrone stood still, watching her recede. Then, he turned around, walked to his desk and made an internal call. “Have Theo meet me in my office.” Theo guessed Tyrone’s intent to retaliate for Sabrina but was confident about Tyrone’s inability to dig up any dirt on him.

Thus,

with a lifted head, he entered the office.

“Mr. Blakely, what can | assist you with?" Tyrone, sitting with crossed Legs on the sofa and leisurely sipping his coffee, gestured at the opposing sofa. “Sit.”

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