Scars Of A Broken Bond

After a brief delay, the call was answered.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

A serene male voice greeted her. "Hello."

"It's Sabrina."

"What can I do for you?"

"Did you grant Galilea the liberty to bring her makeup artist and stylist?"

After a pause, Tyrone replied, "Yes. Any issues?"

"The makeup artist, photographer, and prop guy have all voiced concerns that her makeup does not align with today's shoot, and she's adamantly refusing to stick to the original plan. Moreover, she's threatened to terminate the partnership. I'm worried it might negatively impact the advertisement's outcome."

Tyrone's silence ensued.

Sabrina clung onto a faint hope that he might reconsider. Prior to Galilea's return, Tyrone had always come across as serious, rational, and meticulous.

When she faltered, he showed no favoritism or leniency. When she first joined the company, she had been publicly reprimanded by him, causing her immense embarrassment.

However, everything seemed to have changed since Galilea's return. Tyrone had shown favoritism at work, albeit not towards her, but towards Galilea.

Her hopes were crushed when Tyrone stated, "Could there have been some confusion? Galilea isn't the type to end a partnership without reason. What would she gain from it?"

Sabrina let out a sigh. "There's no confusion. I tried to negotiate, but they're unwilling to compromise."

Instead of addressing her concerns, Tyrone questioned, "Why did you cancel yesterday's shoot without informing Galilea?"

A wave of suffocation swept over Sabrina.

Tyrone had no faith in her.

"“Hmm?" Tyrone took her silence as a guilty conscience. "I'm deeply let down, Sabrina. Galilea never spoke ill of you; she even defended you. But you?"

A chilling feeling spread over Sabrina.

Her hand trembled as she held the phone. Her mind was racing.

She was left speechless.

Like a fugitive, she didn't have the courage to hear Tyrone's upcoming words and hastily hung up the call.