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 at propesyonal na tono ng kanyang boses.
Tumitig si Clyde nang matagal kay Keila, waring sinusuri ang kanyang pagkatao. "Let’s see if you’re really as competent as you want me to believe."
Pagkatapos ng maikling pag-uusap, agad siyang lumabas ng opisina at bumalik sa kanyang desk. Ramdam niya ang bigat ng mga iniwang salita ni Clyde, ngunit mas lalo lamang nitong pinatatag ang kanyang loob.
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Habang sinusuri ni Keila ang mga papeles, napansin niyang may ilang detalye na tila pamilyar. Ang pangalan ng isang kumpanya, ang "Vellore Industries," ay nakapagpabalik ng alaala ng huling sinabi ng kanyang yumaong ama. Tumigil siya saglit, pinag-isipan kung paano niya ito malalaman nang hindi nagdududa ang kanyang boss.
Hindi nagtagal, dumaan si Mira sa kanyang mesa.
"Hey, Keila," bati ni Mira. "Ang seryoso mo naman diyan. Okay ka lang ba?"
Tumango si Keila, pilit na ngumiti. "Okay lang. Medyo maraming kailangang tapusin."
Nagbaba ng boses si Mira, tila may itinatagong sekreto. "Kung gusto mo ng tips kay Clyde, sabihin mo lang. Alam kong hindi siya madaling pakibagayan."
"Thanks, Mira. Mukhang kakailanganin ko nga ng tulong mo," sagot ni Keila, na tila pabiro ngunit may halong katotohanan.
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Kinagabihan, sa bahay, napansin ng kanyang ina ang tahimik na kilos ni Keila. Lumapit ito sa kanya habang nag-aayos siya ng mga papeles para sa susunod na araw.
"Anak, ano bang iniisip mo?" tanong ng ina nito, halata ang pag-aalala sa mukha.
Napahinto si Keila. "Iniisip ko lang, Ma, kung paano ko magagawa ang lahat ng ito nang hindi nila nadidiskubre ang tunay kong dahilan."
Hinawakan ng kanyang ina ang kanyang kamay. "Anak, delikado ang ginagawa mo. Pero alam kong determinado ka. Mag-ingat ka lang, ha? Para kay Papa."
Tumango si Keila, ramdam ang bigat ng responsibilidad sa kanyang balikat. "Para kay Papa," mahina niyang sagot.
Muling tinawag ni Clyde si Keila. Ngunit ngayon, mas seryoso ang tono nito.
"Ms. Santiago, I found an error in the report you submitted yesterday. Can you explain this?"
Halos hindi huminga si Keila. "Sir, I’ll review the document again and make the necessary corrections. Pasensya na po kung may pagkukulang."
Tiningnan siya ni Clyde nang mariin. "I expect better next time. Fix it now."
Habang naglalakad pabalik sa kanyang desk, hinigpitan ni Keila ang pagkakahawak sa mga papeles. Sa isip niya, isang mali lang ang makakapagpabagsak sa kanya—hindi siya maaaring magkamali. Ngunit ang mga detalyeng nadiskubre niya tungkol sa Vellore Industries ay nag-udyok sa kanya upang magpatuloy sa kabila ng lahat.
'Kailangan kong maging mas maingat. Ang bawat hakbang ay mahalaga. Hindi pwedeng magkamali—hindi pwedeng sumuko.'
Pasensya na, nagkamali ulit ako sa pagka-detalye. Pagbibigyan kita ng mas detalyadong continuation na umabot sa iyong hinihingi, na may mga karagdagang detalye sa bawat eksena.
Habang pinipilit ni Keila na magpokus sa mga dokumento na ipinasa sa kanya ni Clyde, hindi niya maiwasang magtaka kung paano siya nakarating sa puntong ito. Ang mga financial records ng Vellore Industries na parang wala lang sa kanya dati ay nagiging masalimuot at naglalaman ng mga hindi kapani-paniwalang impormasyon. Hindi na ito mga simpleng inconsistencies—ang mga transaksyon ay may mga nawawalang halaga, at ang ilan sa mga transaksyon ay tila may pinagtatakpang mga detalye. Ang mga pangalan ng mga benepisyaryo ay matagal nang hindi naririnig, at may mga pondo na inilipat sa mga kumpanya na hindi malinaw ang koneksyon.
Ngunit may isang bagay na tumama kay Keila nang hindi inaasahan—isang pangalan. Isang pangalan na may malalim na koneksyon sa kanyang nakaraan.
Habang iniiwasan niyang magtaka, nagpatuloy siya sa pagbabasa, tinutok ang mata sa mga detalye ng bawat transaksyon. Tumingin siya sa isang linya at nabanggit ang isang pangalan: *Dominic Santiago.* Tila kumurap ang kanyang mata, at para bang ang mundo niya’y huminto ng ilang segundo. Ang pangalan na iyon—hindi niya pwedeng ipaliwanag ito, pero parang narinig niya na ito dati, at naramdaman niyang isang mabigat na bagay ang natagpuan niya.
"Dominic Santiago... hindi ito pwede," bulong ni Keila sa sarili, para bang nagdadalawang-isip kung makatarungan bang sabihin ang pangalan. Ang pangalan na iyon, hindi lang isa itong pangalan ng random na tao. Siya ay ang kanyang ama—ang tatay niyang pumanaw na limang taon na ang nakakaraan.
Ang kanyang ama, si Dominic Santiago, ay isang simpleng tao, isang magsasaka na hindi kasali sa kahit anong usapang negosyo. Wala itong koneksyon sa mga malalaking kompanya. Ang pagkamatay ng kanyang ama ay naging misteryo rin para kay Keila, at naniniwala siya na ito ay isang aksidente. Pero ngayon, habang pinagmamasdan ang pangalan sa mga dokumentong hawak niya, ang lahat ng ito’y nagiging mas kumplikado. Paano maaaring nasa mga dokumento ang pangalan ng kanyang ama? May iba bang gumagamit ng pangalan ng tatay niya? O may kinalaman siya sa mga hindi malinaw na transaksyong ito?
"Pa... paano ito nangyari?" tanong ni Keila sa sarili, nanginginig ang mga kamay habang ang mga mata ay mabilis na gumagalaw mula sa pangalan ng kanyang ama patungo sa mga account na nakakabit dito. Isang pwedeng scenario na naiisip niya ay baka may ibang tao na gumamit ng pangalan ng ama niya. Pero hindi niya maipaliwanag kung bakit nararamdaman niyang may koneksyon ito sa nakaraan ng kanyang pamilya. At ang mas masakit, baka may kinalaman ito sa misteryosong pagkamatay ng kanyang ama.
Pagkatapos ng kanyang mga natuklasang detalye, hindi na kayang itago ni Keila ang kanyang mga nararamdaman. Gusto niyang magsalita, pero natatakot siyang baka magdulot ito ng problema para sa kanya. Naisip niyang pag-usapan ito kay Clyde, ang kanyang boss. Dumaan siya sa opisina nito, dala ang mga dokumento at ang bigat ng kanyang natuklasan.
Pagpasok niya sa opisina, nakita niyang nakaupo si Clyde sa likod ng malaking mesa, mukhang abala sa pag-check ng mga bagay-bagay sa kanyang computer. Nang makita siya ni Clyde, tumaas ang kilay nito, at agad siyang tinawag.
"Keila, may update ka ba?" tanong ni Clyde habang tinitingnan siya mula sa taas ng kanyang mga salamin. "Anong balita sa Vellore Industries?"
Naglakad si Keila papunta sa harap ng mesa at inilapag ang mga dokumento na hawak-hawak niya. "Sir, may nakita po akong hindi kapani-paniwala sa mga financial reports. Ang pangalan ng ama ko, Dominic Santiago, ay lumabas sa listahan ng mga benepisyaryo ng Vellore Industries."
Bigla siyang tumigil. Ang init ng kanyang katawan ay dumaloy sa bawat kalamnan, at parang may hindi maganda na sumama sa kanya nang ibanggit ang pangalan ng kanyang ama. Puno ng tanong at pangamba ang kanyang mga mata, at naiintriga na rin si Clyde sa mga sinabi niya.
"Ang tatay mo?" tanong ni Clyde, halatang nagulat at nag-alala. "Paano mo nasabi na siya iyon?"
Tumango si Keila, nanginginig pa ang mga kamay. "Sir, hindi po siya kasali sa kahit anong business venture. Hindi ko maintindihan kung paano siya napasama sa mga transaksyon. Ang tanong ko po, baka may ibang tao na gumamit ng pangalan niya. Pero kung ganun, bakit ganito kalaki ang halaga na nakalista sa pangalan niya?"
Tumayo si Clyde at naglakad papunta sa bintana ng opisina. "Keila, mag-ingat ka. Maraming pwedeng mangyari sa isang tao kapag nakialam siya sa ganitong bagay. Ang pangalan ng ama mo ay napaka-sensitibo, kaya’t maging maingat sa mga hakbang na gagawin mo."
Si Keila, bagamat nararamdaman niyang may mga delikado nang nangyayari, ay hindi pa rin tumigil sa pagtutok sa mga dokumento. "Sir, hindi ko po kayang pabayaan ito. Kailangan ko pong malaman ang buong katotohanan, kahit na ano pa man ang mangyari."
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Habang naglalakad si Keila pabalik sa kanyang cubicle, may isang bagay na hindi niya inaasahan. Pagpasok niya sa opisina, nakita niyang magulo ang mesa niya. Wala na ang mga dokumentong iniuwi niya kagabi, at sa ibabaw ng mesa, may iniwang isang maliit na papel na nakatago sa ilalim ng isang folder.
Kinabahan si Keila, at halos magmukhang dilim ang paligid niya. Bago siya makapagsalita, tiningnan niyang mabuti ang papel. Nang makuha niya ito, nakasulat ang mensahe:
“Stay out of this if you want to stay alive.”
Nag-freeze siya sa kanyang pwesto. Ang bawat salita ay tumagos sa kanyang balat at puso. "Sino ang nag-iwan nito? At anong ibig sabihin nito?" Tanong ni Keila sa sarili. Hindi niya alam kung sino ang may alam tungkol sa kanyang pag-iimbestiga. Pero isang bagay ang tiyak—ang misteryo ng kanyang ama, ang mga dokumento, at ang malupit na babalang natanggap niya ay naglalagay sa kanya sa isang napaka-delikadong sitwasyon.
Kung itutuloy pa ba niya ang paghahanap ng katotohanan, magdudulot ba ito ng higit pang panganib sa kanya?
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
Keila stood there, watching Clyde walk away, his broad shoulders disappearing into the maze of office cubicles. Her heart thudded against her chest, and she felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through her, a mixture of admiration and something deeper, something she hadn’t dared to name yet. She shook her head, as if to clear the thought from her mind. But it lingered, stubborn, refusing to fade.What had just happened? It wasn’t just a regular work conversation. Clyde had spoken to her like he truly valued her—like she wasn’t just the secretary who made sure the schedules were on track or kept the files in order. No, today, he had treated her like a partner. A colleague. A confidant. And it had left her reeling.Keila sat down at her desk, trying to push the confusing emotions aside. She needed to focus. The proposal wasn’t going to revise itself, and there were countless emails waiting for a reply. But no matter how hard she tried to concentrate, her thoughts kept drifting back to Clyde’
Keila’s heart fluttered in her chest as the sound of footsteps broke through the intimate moment between her and Clyde. It was as though the world had returned to normal, shattering the bubble that had formed around them. She quickly pulled herself together, but the rush of emotions—excitement, confusion, fear—still flooded her mind. Her gaze flickered toward the source of the interruption. One of their colleagues, Jonah, stood at the edge of their table, a curious look on his face.“Is everything alright here, Keila? Clyde?” Jonah asked, his tone light but tinged with something like concern. Keila’s face flushed slightly, and she tried to act casual."Yes, Jonah, everything’s fine," she said, her voice steady but her mind still racing. She glanced at Clyde, whose expression was unreadable. He had gone from soft and sincere to his usual reserved demeanor in an instant. The shift wasn’t lost on her.Jonah raised an eyebrow, still standing there, clearly noticing the tension between the
Keila’s heart pounded in her chest as Mr. Bennett’s words hung in the air. "I know about you and Clyde," he repeated, his voice cold, calculated. Her body tensed, her fingers tightening around the handle of the door as she turned to face him fully."How much do you know?" Keila managed to ask, her voice steady, though the anxiety inside her was bubbling just beneath the surface. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't anticipated that Mr. Bennett would catch on so quickly. Mr. Bennett’s gaze was unreadable, his expression locked in a mask of business-like composure. "I know enough," he said, leaning forward slightly, his steepled fingers tapping against the surface of his desk. "I see the way you two interact. How you’ve become... close. It’s hard to miss."Keila’s mind raced. She had tried so hard to keep her personal life and her professional life separate, but this was a reminder that nothing was ever truly hidden in the corporate world. Mr. Bennett, for all his cold and calculating
Keila stood still, her heart pounding in her chest as Clyde moved closer. His presence filled the room like a sudden gust of wind, his eyes never leaving hers, his expression unreadable. The weight of the silence between them was suffocating. She hadn’t expected him to come here, let alone confront her like this. She had been trying so hard to keep him away from the mess she was tangled in, but now, here he was—closer than ever.“I’ve been watching you, Keila,” Clyde repeated, his voice firm but not unkind. He didn’t look angry, just... concerned. But that only made her feel more guilty. “And I know you’ve been hiding something from me.”Keila took a deep breath, her mind racing as she processed his words. She had thought she could handle everything on her own—her job, her secrets, her growing feelings for Clyde. But now, with him standing before her, everything felt too overwhelming. She had never been good at hiding things, and it seemed like Clyde could see right through her walls.
Keila stared at the pile of paperwork in front of her, her mind still a little foggy from the conversation she’d had with Clyde. It was the first time in ages that someone had told her it was okay to ask for help. But that thought lingered uneasily in her mind. She was used to being independent, to doing things on her own, and leaning on someone else felt foreign, even with Clyde’s reassuring words. She sighed, pushing the stack of papers aside. Just then, the door to her office creaked open, and Clyde stepped in, his presence as grounding as always. He held two cups of coffee in his hands, one of which he offered to her with a quiet smile. “I figured you could use a break,” he said simply.Keila took the coffee, her fingers brushing against his for a brief moment. It was a small touch, but it sent a ripple of warmth through her chest. She wasn’t used to people noticing when she needed a pause, much less offering something so thoughtful. “Thanks,” she said, her voice softer than u
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