"Mr. Blakely, we have a flat tire. I have called the repair shop and asked them to deal with it. Shall I get another car?"

After a moment's pause, Tyrone replied, "No, you can head back. I'1L ask my wife to pick me up after dinner."

"Very well, sir.”

After ending the call, Tyrone checked the recent chat history with Sabrina on his phone.

He noticed a new message from Sabrina, asking if he was still planning to go to karaoke.

Instead of replying through text, Tyrone decided to call her.

The phone barely rang twice when Sabrina answered the phone. "Are you out of the private room?"

"Yes,"

"Okay. Don't get drunk," Sabrina reminded him, emphasizing what she had mentioned during their previous chat.

"I won't"

“Are you going to karaoke? When will you come back? Should I wait for you?"

"I won't stay long. The driver had a flat tire. Will you pick me up after karaoke?"

Sabrina hesitated momentarily before replying, “Okay, just don't be too late."

"Sure. Drive safely on your way," Tyrone said in a low voice.

After ending the call, Tyrone stood beside a window in the corridor, taking a moment to collect his thoughts.

A cool breeze blew against his skin, relieving him of the heat he felt all over his body.

He removed his coat and draped it over his elbow.

Unbeknownst to Tyrone, Evelyn stepped out of the private room. Her attention was immediately drawn to his imposing stature and strong back. Spellbound, she stood there, gazing at him for a long, lingering moment.

After dinner, the group decided to carry the night forward at a karaoke bar.

While all the employees had departed, Tyrone remained seated in his chair.