"Understood."

"Hey, what's Bob whispering to Sabrina about? Is he confessing his love?" another employee chimed in

"Really? Is that so, Bob?" Intrigue spread among the others.

“Sabrina, what's your opinion on Bob? He's tall, handsome, and dedicated to his job. Plus, he's had eyes only for you. Why not give him a shot?"

Bob, feeling cornered, stood and exclaimed, "Enough!"

“What's wrong? Are you shy?"

"Don't be shy, Bob. Tell us. We might help you pursue Sabrina."

The bus erupted into laughter, all at Bob's expense.

Meanwhile, Tyrone, seated at the back, cleared his throat.

Kylan intervened, playing peacemaker, “Okay, folks, let's give Sabrina a break."

Following this, the chatter subsided slightly.

Just as Sabrina was about to drift off, a notification brought her back.

Unlocking her phone, she saw a message from Tyrone, “My room number: e104."

The room assignments had been made. Two employees would share one room.

Tyrone had a room to himself, a presidential suite, no less.

Sabrina texted back, "No, thanks."

Sharing a room with someone else, she was well aware that if she wasn't seen in her designated room at night, there would be rumors and gossip circulating.

"My room actually has its own hot spring pool."

Sabrina couldn't find the words to respond.

The arrangement was touching to her.