A gut feeling told Sabrina that she was the only one meant to see this post.

She found the situation mildly amusing. Tyrone tried to keep this from her, while Galilea aimed to reveal it.

Sabrina considered sending a screenshot to Tyrone, but then stopped.

She dismissed the idea as childish.

She had shared her suspicions about the makeup with Tyrone, yet he disregarded her. She had explained why Evelyn opposed her, still, he wouldn't believe her.

He saw Galilea as gentle and kind, someone who wouldn't stir up trouble.

And he loved Galilea.

So, he wouldn't trust Sabrina.

He might even condemn her for defaming Galilea.

The message asked the employees to assemble at the gate of the company once work wrapped up the following day. The company had booked buses, their destination being the hot spring resort nestled in the suburb, and they'd be heading there a night prior.

The three departments counted over 4 members, thus requiring two spacious buses.

As dawn broke the next day, employees showed up to work, their Luggage packed with clothes, toothbrushes, and towels. The moment the clock signaled the end of the workday, they, with a shared sense of anticipation, exited side by side, visions of the resort dancing in their heads.

Sabrina, making her way downstairs, saw a handful of her co-workers already on the bus. Lifting her bag, she climbed aboard, navigated her way to the rear, and slid into a vacant double seat.

Following her, more employees hopped onto the bus, rapidly filling up the vehicle.

"Mind if I sit here, Sabrina?" A masculine voice rang out. Looking up at the voice's owner, Sabrina nodded lightly. "Please, have a seat."

“Thank you.”

"You're welcome.”

Bob Evans, a colleague from the MF department, took the seat next to her.

A former employee of MQ Clothing, he had later found his way to MF. Bob once confessed his feelings for Sabrina, yet she didn't reciprocate.

Out of the blue, someone exclaimed, "Mr. Blakely, you're joining us?"