Chapter 8

Habang inaayos ko ang mga dokumento ni Mr. Martinez, sinuri ko ang mga detalye ng presentasyon para bukas. Tahimik ang opisina, at ang tunog ng kanyang pagtipa sa keyboard ay nagbigay ng ritmo sa mga minuto. I glanced at him occasionally, catching the faint furrow in his brow as he concentrated on his screen.

"Mr. Martinez," sabi ko nang marahang tumayo, hawak ang mga papel na inayos ko, "everything’s set for tomorrow’s presentation. Is there anything else you’d like me to double-check before I leave?"

He looked up from his computer, his expression softening as our eyes met. "No, you've handled everything perfectly, Evelyn," he said in that low, authoritative tone of his. "You’ve been a tremendous help, especially with how things have been recently."

I gave a small nod, trying to keep my composure. "Thank you, Mr. Martinez. I'm just doing my job." Tumalikod ako upang ayusin pa ang natitirang mga bagay-bagay sa mesa ko, ngunit naramdaman kong hindi pa tapos ang usapan.

"Evelyn," he cal