Her disappointment was profound.

Meanwhile, her assistant stayed in his room, preparing for the next day's meetings.

Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and found it was from Tyrone.

Wait!

Tyrone?

He was stunned.

Why would Tyrone call him?

The assistant cautiously picked up. "Hello, Mr. Blakely.”

"Which hotel are you guys at? And Sabrina's room number is?"

"We're in Belfield."

“I'm aware.”

"We're staying at Conrad Hotel. Ms. Chavez is in Room 1508."

"Alright, got it."

"Okay." The assistant was at a loss for words.

Was Tyrone planning on visiting?

"Don't mention to Sabrina that I've called you."

“Understood. What else can I do for you?"

"Nothing as of now." With those words, Tyrone ended the call.

The assistant took a deep breath, set the phone down, but found it difficult to focus on work.

It was no secret that every employee at the firm had access to Tyrone's contact number, but no one dared to call him.