"Okay."

"Where is your car?"

"In the underground garage."

Sabrina turned to the editor-in-chief and White, inquiring, “Whose car is in the parking lot in front of the building?"

"Mine," the editor-in-chief replied. "I just washed it a few days ago."

Several staff members gathered the reflecting boards, and together, they descended to the parking lot.

Tyrone took the driver's seat and rolled down the window.

“Look here. Just imagine him as your ex-wife's boyfriend." Sabrina pointed at White.

White was completely bewildered by her direction.

After capturing the final photo, Sabrina scrutinized the four images to ensure there were no issues. “Well, it's over."

“Are you done?" White asked, his eyebrows furrowing in doubt as he opened the car door for Tyrone.

"Yes."

Although White didn't entirely trust Sabrina, he still put on a smile for Tyrone and suggested, "Mr. Blakely, let's go upstairs and choose the photos."

Tyrone glanced at Sabrina.

Upon returning to the reception room, Sabrina uploaded the photos to the computer from her camera and showed them four of the photos she had carefully taken. She looked at Tyrone and expressed, "I believe these four photos are the best."

White frowned disapprovingly. “It's Mr. Blakely's decision not to make, not yours." He couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with Sabrina. Why was she so strange? Yet, he couldn't deny that these four photos were indeed excellent.

Tyrone concurred, "I also think these four are good. Let's go with them."

White looked at Tyrone, shocked. ALL right. He would shut up.

"Then I'll head back to edit and refine the photos." Sabrina briskly closed the computer and tidied up her backpack, picking up her camera.

“Wait a minute, Sabrina. Let's have lunch together. Folks, please join us," Tyrone suggested before she could leave.