Scars Of A Broken Bond

Suddenly, Sabrina heard a commotion outside. A quick look at her watch told her it was already half past eleven.

She was right about their arrival time.

In that moment, her assistant knocked on the door. “Ms. Clifford and her team have arrived.”

“Alright, noted.”

Sabrina shut down her laptop, stretched a bit, leisurely put her laptop in her bag and then made her way out of the lounge.

On seeing Sabrina, Julia approached her with a smile. “I apologize. We had an unplanned morning meeting that ran over. My assistant was handling my phone and failed to tell me about your call. I’ll deal with him. I’m truly sorry.”

Yet her face gave away no signs of remorse.

“Apologies, Sabrina. The meeting was unexpected,” Galilea chimed in.

Sabrina, maintaining her smile, responded, “No worries. I was just about to leave.” Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Julia continued to smile. “Feel free to head home. Our team can manage here.”

Sabrina, still smiling, countered, “Actually, we won’t be shooting today.”

Julia’s smile froze as her face turned stern. “What are you suggesting?”

“Of course I mean it literally.”

“Are you making fun of us? If you had planned to cancel the shoot, you should have Let us know beforehand. We could’ve avoided coming.”

“Well, it’s an emergency. The makeup artist and photographer are not around. I was about to call you and inform you, but you never answered any of my calls. But of course, you wouldn’t ignore me. It must have been your assistant. He seems quite irresponsible. I figured he wouldn’t relay a message if I texted either, so I decided to wait here for you.” 

Julia’s and Galilea’s faces turned sour. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“I’ve informed you now. I have some other work to attend to, so I’ll head out. Let’s hope you both manage to make it on time for tomorrow’s shoot,” Sabrina stated, flashing a smile and walking away with her laptop.

Julia and Galilea stood motionless, their expressions hardened with rage, as they watched Sabrina exit.

“She has some nerve! Who would’ve thought she could be so calculating.”

With a smile, Galilea answered, “I’ve already told you that it wouldn’t work on her. Just think about it. She managed to marry Tyrone after I left. She’s obviously cunning.”

“What’s our next move?” 

Julia realized that she had exhausted her excuses for being late today.

If she were to repeat the same tomorrow, it would be too conspicuous.

“I’LL get in touch with Tyrone,” Galilea suggested, brandishing her phone.