She tried it on and showcased it to Tyrone.
Quite fitting for you. Lets dig in. Ive ordered your favorite dishes.
Thank you, Mr. Blakely. Sabrina addressed him, seated across.
Just us two here. No need for formalities.
But were still within the company.
Loading some food onto her plate, Tyrone inquired, Hows your ankle?
Why didnt you take a couple more days off?
The pains gone. Plus, being idle at home wasnt much fun, so I returned to work.
I owe you an apology for doubting you last time, Tyrone admitted, scrutinizing her reaction
He should have placed more faith in her competence.
Apologies from him were rare.
After a moment of silence, Sabrina quietly dismissed it. Lets let bygones be bygones. Youve already apologized over the phone.
You mentioned feeling a bit drained last time, perhaps hiring more assistants could help?
Sabrina dismissed the suggestion with a shake of her head. I have enough assistant for now.
For now? What do you mean?
Nothing much.
As days turned into weeks, her pregnancy was getting increasingly difficult to conceal. Tyrone would not let her have the baby. And even if he did, there might be a custody battle.
Hence, she had to undergo the childbirth in secret, without anyones knowledge.
If you need anything, feel free to reach out.
At that, an idea sparked in Sabrina. Looking up at Tyrone, she voiced, I do have a request, though you might not be on board.
Your resignation isnt something I can accept, said Tyrone. jo, youve misunderstood, Sabrina denied.
Go ahead then.
I want to regain full control of MQ Clothings public relations work, just as it used to be. What do you think?
Silently, Tyrone set aside his utensils, fixing her with a wordless stare.