The evening continued with a quiet ease, the weight of the world falling away as Keila and Clyde shared their space. The fire crackled in the background, casting flickering shadows on the walls, while the soft hum of the night outside seemed distant and far away. Keila leaned back into the couch, her body feeling warm from the wine and the intimacy of the moment.She glanced over at Clyde, who was studying her with a thoughtful expression. His eyes seemed to be searching hers, as if trying to read her mind, but there was no tension, no pressure. Just curiosity and a sense of understanding between them.“You’re quiet,” Keila remarked, breaking the silence. “Something on your mind?”Clyde smiled, his expression softening as he met her gaze. “I was just thinking about how this feels—how easy it is to be here with you. I didn’t expect it, but I’m glad it’s happening.”Keila felt a warmth spread through her at his words. It was rare for her to feel so at ease with someone, to let down her
MALUNGKOT na nagmamasid si Keila sa kanyang ina na nakaupo sa balkonahe ng kanilang bahay, ang tingin nito ay tila nawawala sa kawalan. Para siyang isang estatwa—walang galaw, hindi nagsasalita—na tila nagmumuni-muni sa mga alaala ng kanyang pumanaw na asawa. Alam ni Keila na ang sakit ng pagkawala ng kanyang ama ay masyadong sariwa para sa kanyang ina. After he died, everything changed. Ang ina na lang niya ang tanging karamay niya sa buhay. Her mother has been struggling to cope with the loss, and Keila has taken it upon herself to be strong for them both. Pero deep inside, she feels a mix of anger and sadness. Lumapit siya nang dahan-dahan, umupo sa tabi ng kanyang ina, at marahang inilagay ang kamay niya sa balikat nito."Mama" She said softly na puno ng pag-aalala. "Hindi mo na naman inubos yung kinakain mo kanina. Kapag ganyan ka palagi, manghihina ka lalo. Paano tayo makakabawi?"Napabuntong-hininga ang kanyang ina, bahagyang ngumiti, pero halatang pilit ang ekspresyon nito.
Maagang nagising si Keila, ang sikat ng araw ay tumatama sa mukha niya, alam niyang this is it—simula na ng journey niya para makuha ang hustisya para sa kanyang ama. She took a deep breath, feeling that mix of excitement sa loob niya. Today has to be perfect. No room for mistakes.She went straight to her bathroom to freshen up. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she went to her closet. This has to be good. Kailangang magmukha siyang professional, pero at the same time, enough para hindi siya ma-ignore. She finally picked her black blazer, yung fitted na sakto lang ang pagka-powerful tingnan. Then, she matched it with a white blouse, yung may slight plunging neckline. Sakto lang para hindi siya magmukhang inappropriate, pero kita pa rin yung konting cleavage niya. And then she paired it with a tight black pencil skirt na hanggang tuhod. Classy pero may konting pang-aakit. Alam niyang mapapansin siya ni Clyde Suarez in this outfit.Next, she fixed her makeup. Hindi naman m
TATLONG ARAW na ang lumipas simula nang umalis si Keila sa opisina ni Clyde, and still, wala pa rin siyang naririnig mula sa HR manager na sinabi ni Clyde na magre-reach out sa kanya kung nakapasa siya. Habang tumatagal, she’s starting to lose hope. Parang hindi yata umepekto ang ginawa niyang pang-aakit kay Clyde, kahit na nagpakita siya ng extra effort para mapansin.Habang iniisip niya ito, napansin ng kanyang ina ang pag-aalala sa kanyang mukha kaya lumapit ito sa kanya. “Anak, baka it’s a sign na huwag mo nang ituloy 'yang balak mo. Maybe it’s not for you," sabi ng kanyang ina, halatang may concern sa boses.“Mama, please naman,” Keila responded, almost desperate. "Ito na lang talaga ang alam kong paraan para makapasok sa buhay nila and finally give justice kay Papa. Hindi ako susuko nang ganito na lang, lalo na kapag ganito na ako kalapit." With her resolve strengthened, tumango lang ang kanyang ina kahit halata ang pag-aalala. Pero bago pa siya makapagsalita ulit, biglang tumu
MAAGANG pumasok si Keila sa opisina. Bagama’t tahimik ang paligid, ramdam niya ang tensyon sa bawat sulok ng gusali. Isang malalim na hinga ang kanyang pinakawalan bago tuluyang umupo sa kanyang desk. Hindi pa man siya nakakabawi mula sa trabaho kahapon, agad na dumating si Clyde Suarez, may hawak na makapal na stack ng mga dokumento. "Ms. Santiago, sa opisina ko ngayon," malamig at diretso nitong utos. Tumayo agad si Keila, dala ang kanyang notebook at ballpen. Sa kanyang kalooban, alam niyang isa na namang pagsubok ang kanyang haharapin, ngunit hindi niya pinahalata ang kaba. Pagkapasok sa opisina, tumambad sa kanya ang maayos na lamesa ni Clyde, pati ang matalim na tingin nito. "I need these documents reviewed and compared with yesterday’s reports," ani Clyde habang itinulak ang mga papeles patungo kay Keila. "Look for inconsistencies. I don’t want any mistakes. Kapag may mali, i-report mo agad sa akin." "Understood, sir," sagot ni Keila, pilit na pinanatili ang malamig a
Pagkatapos makita ni Keila ang mensahe sa papel, ang kanyang puso ay tila huminto ng ilang segundo. Hindi niya matukoy kung anong klaseng takot ang kanyang nararamdaman—isang malalim na kaba na nagmumula sa kanyang kaibuturan, na para bang may malupit na mga mangyayari. Tinitigan niyang mabuti ang papel na may nakasulat na *"Stay out of this if you want to stay alive."* Hindi ito isang simpleng babala. Wala sa mga kaharian ng negosyo ang mag-iiwan ng ganitong mensahe sa isang tao na walang malalim na layunin.Napansin ni Keila ang tahimik na paligid sa opisina. Ang usual na ingay ng mga keyboard at tawanan sa malalayong cubicles ay tila nawala, ang lahat ng tunog ay natabunan ng tenso at kaba sa kanyang dibdib. Para bang ang bawat galaw niya ay pinapanood—ang bawat hakbang ay may kaakibat na panganib.Isang malamig na kilig ang dumaan sa kanyang katawan. Hindi na siya makapagsalita, parang may kung anong pwersa ang pumipigil sa kanya na gumawa ng anumang hakbang. Inilagay niya ang pap
The office was quiet, save for the rhythmic clicking of the keyboard as Keila typed away at her desk. She had grown accustomed to the late nights, to the endless flow of paperwork and the tight deadlines that came with working as Clyde Suarez's secretary. But tonight, the atmosphere was different. The usual tension that hung between them seemed to have eased, even if only a little.Clyde, who usually maintained a professional distance, had been less cold in recent weeks. There was a subtle shift in his behavior, an unspoken understanding between them. It wasn't that he had become more friendly—far from it—but there was a certain warmth in the way he acknowledged her presence now, a flicker of respect in his gaze that hadn’t been there before.Keila wasn’t sure what had caused the change, but she couldn’t deny that it had made her job a little easier. Gone were the terse words and the cold silences that used to dominate their interactions. Instead, there was a quiet camaraderie that ha
Keila sat at the long conference table, her fingers nervously tapping on the polished wood surface. The soft hum of the office air conditioner filled the otherwise quiet room. It was 9 AM, and Clyde was already late. Her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall, then back to her phone, hoping to see a message or an update. But there was nothing. She let out a sigh, trying to shake off the nervousness building inside her. She had barely slept last night, her mind replaying everything that had happened between her and Clyde the night before. The casual praise, the way he’d thanked her so sincerely for her ideas—it all felt like too much, too soon. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this shift in their relationship. She had always kept her distance, knowing the professional boundaries that were meant to be maintained. But Clyde had made her feel… different, more than just a secretary.As the minutes dragged on, Keila found her thoughts wandering again. She remembered the way Clyde had co
The evening continued with a quiet ease, the weight of the world falling away as Keila and Clyde shared their space. The fire crackled in the background, casting flickering shadows on the walls, while the soft hum of the night outside seemed distant and far away. Keila leaned back into the couch, her body feeling warm from the wine and the intimacy of the moment.She glanced over at Clyde, who was studying her with a thoughtful expression. His eyes seemed to be searching hers, as if trying to read her mind, but there was no tension, no pressure. Just curiosity and a sense of understanding between them.“You’re quiet,” Keila remarked, breaking the silence. “Something on your mind?”Clyde smiled, his expression softening as he met her gaze. “I was just thinking about how this feels—how easy it is to be here with you. I didn’t expect it, but I’m glad it’s happening.”Keila felt a warmth spread through her at his words. It was rare for her to feel so at ease with someone, to let down her
Clyde had been true to his word. The weekend getaway was arranged with meticulous detail, and Keila had only to pack a bag. The thought of escaping the confines of work and routine with him was exhilarating. She found herself looking forward to it more than she expected, and she knew it wasn’t just about the change of scenery. It was about the time they would spend together, uninterrupted by deadlines or responsibilities.The day before the trip, Keila sat at her desk, her mind wandering from the reports she was supposed to be reviewing. She couldn’t stop thinking about the weekend, about the cabin in the mountains, and about what this trip might mean for her and Clyde. She had grown fond of him—fond in a way she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for anyone in a long time. “Keila, you okay?” It was Clara, her colleague, snapping her out of her thoughts.Keila smiled and nodded, though she couldn’t quite shake the excitement that was brewing inside her. “Yeah, just thinking about somethi
It had been a few weeks since Keila and Clyde had shared that evening, and their bond continued to grow. The connection between them was undeniable, and both had become more comfortable with each passing day, embracing their newfound closeness. Their relationship, once filled with uncertainty, had evolved into something much more solid, rooted in trust, affection, and mutual respect.The office dynamic had shifted too. Though they had always maintained a professional front, it was now evident to those around them that Keila and Clyde were growing closer, their interactions filled with unspoken understanding. Keila had been cautious at first, not wanting to jeopardize the work environment or her reputation, but Clyde had a way of making everything feel effortless. He made her feel seen, not just as a colleague, but as a person with her own hopes, dreams, and desires. She could feel herself changing—becoming more open, more willing to express her feelings.One afternoon, Keila was at he
The next few weeks felt like a blur, each day passing by in a haze of shared moments with Clyde. Keila had never felt more alive, yet there were moments when she felt the weight of their situation. Their relationship, though undeniable, was still new, and she couldn’t help but wonder if they were rushing things. They had to be careful. They couldn’t afford to let their feelings get in the way of their work, especially since they were both so committed to their careers.Clyde was always there, though—by her side in meetings, offering advice when needed, and sharing quiet glances when the world around them was too loud. His presence gave her comfort, and slowly, the worry in her chest began to fade. Keila had never been one to let emotions control her, but with Clyde, everything felt different. She wasn’t sure if it was the way he made her feel safe or the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching, but she knew she was in deep.One Friday afternoon, the office was unusual
The next few weeks felt like a blur, each day passing by in a haze of shared moments with Clyde. Keila had never felt more alive, yet there were moments when she felt the weight of their situation. Their relationship, though undeniable, was still new, and she couldn’t help but wonder if they were rushing things. They had to be careful. They couldn’t afford to let their feelings get in the way of their work, especially since they were both so committed to their careers.Clyde was always there, though—by her side in meetings, offering advice when needed, and sharing quiet glances when the world around them was too loud. His presence gave her comfort, and slowly, the worry in her chest began to fade. Keila had never been one to let emotions control her, but with Clyde, everything felt different. She wasn’t sure if it was the way he made her feel safe or the way he looked at her when he thought no one was watching, but she knew she was in deep.One Friday afternoon, the office was unusual
Clyde took her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as he led her toward the exit. The night air felt cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the office. Keila’s mind was still spinning from the kiss they had shared earlier, the confession he had made. For the first time, she felt her heartbeat slow, the tension in her body easing with each step.They reached the parking lot, where Clyde’s car was parked under the dim light of a streetlamp. He opened the door for her, and she slid into the passenger seat, the silence between them comfortable, yet charged. As he got in and started the engine, Keila couldn’t help but glance at him, noticing how his jaw tightened with a mix of concentration and something deeper.“So,” she said, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts in her head, “what now?”Clyde turned his head toward her, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Now, we take it one step at a time,” he said, his tone calm but determined.
Clyde’s presence was a steady comfort beside her as they navigated the final stages of their project. Each passing day brought more challenges, but also more moments that felt like a promise of something deeper between them. Keila had become accustomed to the way his gaze lingered on her just a little longer than necessary, how his hand brushed against hers when they passed each other in the office. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, but she had never felt more alive.As they continued to work together, the professional façade they had maintained for so long began to fade. Keila found herself looking forward to their private moments—those fleeting seconds when their eyes met, when they shared a quiet laugh, or when Clyde would simply stand a little too close, the air between them thick with unspoken understanding.One afternoon, they found themselves alone in the office, going over some last-minute details for the presentation they had to give the next day. Keila was at her desk
Clyde’s lips were warm against hers, sending a wave of electricity through her body. Keila closed her eyes, savoring the moment, the raw intensity that she hadn’t realized she needed until now. It felt like everything in her world shifted—like she could finally breathe freely for the first time in ages.As they pulled away, Clyde’s forehead rested against hers, his breath shallow. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Keila,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.Keila opened her eyes, locking onto his. “Me too,” she whispered back. “But I didn’t want to mess things up, especially with work. We’ve been so focused on this project, I didn’t want to complicate it.”He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I get it. But I’ve been trying to ignore this connection between us, trying to keep things professional. It’s not easy.”Keila smiled, a mix of relief and excitement flooding her chest. She had felt it too—the way the tension had been building for weeks, the way her h
Keila walked into the meeting room, determined to address the cost issues that had cropped up. The tension in the air was palpable as she took her seat at the table, Clyde by her side. The contractors and suppliers were all there, waiting for her to speak."Alright, let's get down to business," Keila said, her voice steady but firm. "We have a budget, and we need to stick to it. I want to know exactly why these costs have gone up and how we can make adjustments without compromising the quality of the project."The contractor’s lead, Mark, cleared his throat. "There have been delays in materials, Ms. Keila. We’ve had to source from other suppliers, which caused the price hike. But there are ways we can adjust the schedule and materials to lower costs."Keila narrowed her eyes, focusing on the issue. "We’re not cutting corners, Mark. I want quality, but I also want to stick within the financial plan we’ve set. Let’s brainstorm some viable alternatives."The meeting lasted for a few more