Lumabas si Paula mula sa HR office na may malaking ngiti sa mukha. Hindi siya makapaniwala—sa wakas, mukhang nagbubunga na ang lahat ng pinaghirapan niya. Hawak-hawak niya ang schedule at budget na nakuha niya, at ramdam na ramdam niya ang excitement sa buong katawan. Parang ang sarap na magtagumpay, at parang ang lahat ay papunta na sa tamang direksyon. Ang mga plano nila ay may patutunguhan.
She hurriedly waved down a taxi, her heart racing with the thoughts of the upcoming days. The wind ruffled her hair as she stared out the window, thinking of the steps ahead. She would make sure Akihiro Conjuangco fell for her, and Amara’s life would change. In the end, everything would fall into place. All it took was a little charm and a lot of careful planning.
Pagdating sa apartment ni Amara, hindi na siya nag-abala pang kumatok—diretso siyang pumasok at agad niyang niyakap si Amara, na nagulat sa biglaang pagdating ng kaibigan.
“Paula! Oh my gosh!” masayang sigaw ni Amara, tapos bigla siyang tumayo at niyakap siya pabalik. “Ano nangyari? Ikwento mo na lahat!”
Paula beamed, holding up the schedule and budget she had just picked up. “I got the job! I’m officially the secretary of Akihiro Conjuangco!” Her voice cracked with excitement.
“Talaga? Gosh, wala akong masabi, Paula!” sagot ni Amara, halatang tuwa na tuwa. “Alam ko na kaya mo yan, pero ‘yung totoo, hindi ko akalain na magiging ganito kadali!”
Agad silang nagtawanan at nagyakapan ulit, ang saya-saya nila. Nang magkausap sila at humupa ang excitement, biglang nagseryoso si Amara at niyaya si Paula sa sofa.
“Paula,” nagsimula si Amara, tinignan siya ng seryoso, “Alam mo na ito na ‘yung pagkakataon ko. Pag nagtagumpay ka, makakatulong ka sa’kin para hindi matuloy ang kasal namin ni Akihiro. You know how much I want to be with Troy. You’re my last hope.”
Nakangiti si Paula at tumango, alam niyang pareho sila ng goal. “Don’t worry, Amara. I’ve got this. Wala nang atrasan. Si Akihiro, mahirap siyang lapitan, pero hindi ko siya hahayaan. I’ll play my part, sisiguraduhin ko na the wedding will be postponed—or maybe even cancelled entirely.”
“Sana nga, pero,” sabi ni Amara, medyo nag-aalala, “Akihiro Conjuangco ‘yan, Paula. Wala siyang pakialam sa mga babae, ‘di ba? Sobrang lakas ng personality, at ang taas ng wall sa sarili niya. Minsan lang siguro siya mapaibig ng babae. Hindi mo ba iniisip na baka mahirapan ka?”
Ngumiti si Paula at tinapik ang balikat ni Amara. “I understand. Pero kung ako, ako. Alam ko na kung paano ko siya papasukin. I’m a woman of action, Amara. Ako na bahala sa lahat.”
Nag-isip sandali si Amara, pero nakita niyang tapat si Paula sa plano nito. “Sige, sa’yo ako magtitiwala, magtulungan tayo. Alam ko matutulungan mo ako, basta huwag mong kakalimutan ang mahalaga: hindi ka dapat maligaw. Hindi mo dapat mahalin si Akihiro, okay?”
Tumango si Paula, ngumingiti. “Relax, Amara. Wala akong planong mahulog sa kanya, and I won’t. Ang objective ko lang, matapos ang kasal at tulungan ka kay Troy. Yun lang ang focus ko.”
“I trust you, Paula. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Hindi ko alam kung paano kita pasasalamatan. Ang dami mong tinutulungan, at kung walang ikaw, baka magpapaubaya na lang ako sa kasal na hindi ko gusto,” sabi ni Amara na may kasamang tuwa sa mukha.
“Hindi mo kailangang magpasalamat pa, Amara,” sagot ni Paula, “Ito lang ang kaya kong gawin. Hindi lang para sa’yo, kundi para sa atin pareho. We’re in this together. And I won’t fail you."
Nagsimula silang magplano ng mga susunod na hakbang. Kailangang pumili si Paula ng mga outfits na magpapaganda sa kanya at magpapansin kay Akihiro. Kailangan niyang magmukhang classy at confident—puno ng style, pero hindi sobra. Alam niya na kailangan niyang ipakita kay Akihiro na siya ay kaakit-akit.
Si Amara ay nagsuggest na mag-shopping sila ng mga formal attire—mga damit na magbibigay ng impact kay Akihiro. Magaan lang naman kay Paula ito, dahil kung may isang bagay siyang alam, ito ay kung paano maghanap ng mga damit na titigan siya ng mga lalaki. Lalo na si Akihiro, na hindi madaling makuha.
“I’m telling you, Paula," Amara smiled, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes. “Pero are you sure, though? I mean, it’s Akihiro Conjuangco we’re talking about. He’s ruthless, cold, and—let’s face it."
“Sa tingin ko, magagawa ko ‘yan. Alam mo naman, kailangan ko lang ng tamang pagkakataon. Akihiro is strong-headed, pero hindi siya immune sa charm ko,” sagot ni Paula na may confidence.
Habang papalalim ang gabi, tuloy pa rin ang kanilang paghahanda. Pati si Amara, tila napapa-isip kung paano siya makakatulong sa plano nila.
“Minsan, nakakatakot pa rin, Paula. Paano kung matuloy pa rin ang kasal? What if we lose? What if paghiwalayin kami ni Troy dahil dito? Ang daming possibilities na mahirap kontrolin,” sabi ni Amara, na naguguluhan.
“Wala tayong dapat ipag-alala, Amara. Kami na lang ni Akihiro ang magiging issue, hindi ikaw at si Troy. I’ll make sure everything falls into place,” sagot ni Paula.
“Let’s just say I’ve done my homework. I know Akihiro. He’s a man who’s used to getting what he wants, but he’s also someone who can’t resist a good challenge. And that’s where I come in.”
The two women exchanged looks, understanding the weight of the plan they were about to execute. Paula could already picture it: Akihiro Conjuangco, the wealthy and powerful businessman, falling under her spell. All she had to do was play her cards right and keep her emotions in check
“But Paula,” Amara continued, her voice tinged with concern, “what if things go wrong? What if you get too close to him? What if you end up falling for him yourself?”
Paula laughed, dismissing the concern with a wave of her hand. “Trust me, Amara, that’s not going to happen. I have my eyes on the prize. All I need to do is keep my focus, and everything will work out just fine.”
Amara sighed, clearly torn. “I just don’t want to lose you in the process, Paula. I don’t want you to get caught up in something that you can’t control.”
“I won’t,” Paula assured her, her eyes firm. “I know what I’m doing. Besides, it’s not like I’m doing this for myself. I’m doing this for you, so you can have Troy and not have to marry someone you don’t love.”
Napabuntong-hininga na lang si Amara, umaasa na ang lahat ng ito ay may patutunguhan para sa kanya at kay Troy.
“Tomorrow, everything changes,” Paula whispered, her voice full of determination.
Amara nodded, a hopeful smile on her face. “I believe in you, Paula.”
With a final nod, Paula smiled to herself. She was ready for the game to begin.
Kinaumagahan, maagang nagising si Paula, punong-puno ng excitement at kaba. Ito na ang simula ng kanyang plano. Una niyang araw bilang secretary ni Akihiro Conjuangco—ang lalaki na kailangang maakit niya para mapigilan ang kasal nito kay Amara. Determinado si Paula, at alam niyang bawat kilos niya ay kailangang kalkulado.Pagkatapos niyang maligo, mabilis siyang bumalik sa kwarto, kung saan naghihintay si Amara na may dalang tray ng kape.“Good morning, futurer charmer,” biro ni Amara habang inaabot ang kape. “Handa ka na bang akitin ang boss mo?”Tumawa si Paula. “Bakit parang ang bastos ng tunog?” sagot niya, pero bakas sa mukha niya ang confidence. “I’m ready. Ano, tulungan mo na ako sa pagaayos.”“Of course! Eto na ang glam squad mo, girl,” sagot ni Amara sabay abot ng isang sleek black pencil dress na may slit sa gilid. Pinili nila ito kagabi—isang damit na sapat ang pagka-professional pero may halong subtle seduction.Habang tinutulungan siya ni Amara, naglagay si Paula ng makeu
Pagbalik ni Paula sa desk niya, huminga siya nang malalim at sinubukang kumalma. Kahit ramdam niya ang adrenaline sa katawan, pinilit niyang bumalik sa professional na disposition. Isa ito sa mga araw na kailangang panatilihin niyang kontrolado ang sarili—lalo na’t ngayon pa lang nagsisimula ang laban.Kinuha niya ang planner mula sa bag at sinimulang i-organize ang araw niya. Habang nagsusulat ng to-do list, sinuri rin niya ang initial observation niya kay Akihiro: may pagka-intimidating, tahimik, pero alerto sa lahat ng nangyayari sa paligid. Ibang klase ang presence nito—matapang, seryoso, at parang laging may binabantayan. Pero sa likod ng matalim na tingin na ‘yon, alam ni Paula na may pagkatao rin ito na maaaring mabuksan. Kailangan lang ng tamang susi.Hindi pa man siya tapos magplano, biglang lumabas mula sa opisina si Akihiro, hawak ang isang file folder. “Miss Paula,” tawag nito. Agad siyang tumayo.“Yes, sir?”“I need these filed and scanned. Make sure they’re labeled prope
Sa sumunod na araw, maagang dumating si Paula sa opisina—mas maaga pa sa mga janitor. Nagpakita siya ng sipag at dedikasyon, hindi lang para kay Akihiro kundi para mas lalong mapalalim ang tiwala nito sa kanya. Naka-neutral makeup siya, naka-sleek ponytail, at suot ang puting blouse na may light lavender na detail—professional pero may konting personality.Pagpasok ni Akihiro bandang 8:45 AM, nadatnan niya si Paula na abala sa pag-aayos ng mga papeles sa desk.“Good morning, sir,” bati ni Paula na may mahinhing ngiti.“Morning,” tipid na sagot nito, pero muling sumulyap sa kanya bago pumasok sa opisina.Napansin ‘yon ni Paula. Mabilis, subtle—but it happened. Isa na namang maliit na piraso ng puzzle.Ilang oras ang lumipas, tumawag si Bela mula sa marketing department.“Paula! May pitch presentation kami kay Mr. Conjuangco later. Pwede ka ba samahan to coordinate tech stuff? Nasa conference room 3 kami mamaya.”“Copy. I’ll be there,” sagot ni Paula habang binubuksan na ang internal sc
Pagpasok ni Paula sa unit niya nang gabing ‘yon, hindi agad siya nakagalaw. Nakatayo lang siya sa may pintuan, hawak pa rin ang handbag, habang umiikot sa isip niya ang huling sinabi ni Akihiro.“Don’t assume it’s just about the drink.”Hindi siya sanay malito. Laging klaro sa kanya ang plano, ang galaw, ang objective. Pero ngayon, may kalituhan—hindi dahil sa hindi niya naiintindihan ang mga nangyayari, kundi dahil ayaw niya agad aminin na naiintindihan niya.Ano nga bang laro ‘to, Conjuangco?Napalunok siya habang ibinaba ang bag at nagsimulang magbihis. Naka-tank top at lounge shorts na siya nang maupo sa sofa, bitbit ang phone, pero hindi nagbubukas ng kahit anong app. Gusto niyang i-message si Bela, magbiro tungkol sa impromptu coffee run… pero may pumipigil. Parang ayaw niyang gawing biro ‘yung gabing ‘yon.Dahil alam niyang hindi na lang ‘to tungkol sa trabaho.Kinabukasan, bumalik si Paula sa dating rhythm—professional, calm, sharp. Walang kahit anong traces ng personal moment
Kinabukasan, mas tahimik si Paula kaysa sa dati. Maaga pa rin siyang dumating sa opisina, tulad ng nakasanayan, pero this time, habang inaayos niya ang mga dokumento ni Akihiro at nire-review ang calendar ng araw, may ibang bigat sa kanyang dibdib.“Next time I say I want coffee, don’t assume it’s just about the drink.”Paulit-ulit na umuukit sa isipan niya ang sinabi ni Akihiro. Hindi niya ma-decipher nang buo kung biro ba iyon, babala, o paanyaya. Pero isa lang ang sigurado—may shift na naganap kagabi. At iyon ang klaseng shift na hindi mo basta-basta iniiwasan.“Gising ka pa sa mundo?” tanong ni Bela na kararating lang, may dalang takeout cup.Paula blinked and offered a small smile. “Barely.”Umupo si Bela sa desk malapit sa kanya, tahimik saglit habang inoobserbahan siya. “Hey… You okay?”Tumango si Paula, pero hindi nagdetalye. “Just processing some things.”Hindi na rin siya kinulit ni Bela. Sanay na itong hindi sumiksik sa personal na bagay kung hindi pa handang ikwento. Pero
Pagkapasok ni Paula sa kanyang unit, agad niyang isinara ang pinto at sumandal dito. Tahimik. Masyadong tahimik. Ang tipo ng katahimikan na hindi nakakapagpahinga kundi nagpapalakas ng tunog ng sariling isip.She dropped her bag, kicked off her heels, at dumiretso sa kusina para magbuhos ng malamig na tubig. Pero kahit gaano kababa ng temperature ng baso sa palad niya, hindi nito mapalamig ang kung anong kumukulo sa loob niya—ang gulo ng isip, ang hindi mapangalanang nararamdaman.This wasn’t supposed to happen.Muling pumasok sa isip niya ang tingin ni Akihiro kanina, ‘yung subtle pero matalim, as if he was seeing past her exterior. At ang huling sinabi nito bago bumukas ang elevator doors:“Next time I say I want coffee, don’t assume it’s just about the drink.”She replayed it in her mind, over and over, searching for the cracks—what did he mean? Was it interest? Was it a test? Or worse—was it a trap?“Damn it,” bulong niya, hawak pa rin ang baso pero hindi iniinom. “You’re not supp
The silence after her confession weighed heavily on her chest, each breath feeling like it might crush her under its weight. As she walked away from Akihiro’s office, she didn’t look back—not because she didn’t care, but because she was scared of what she might see. The uncertainty was suffocating.Her steps were automatic, heading straight for her desk, but her mind was miles away, tangled in the aftermath of her decision. She had laid bare everything. No more lies. No more pretenses. She had made her choice.The phone on her desk buzzed suddenly, and she flinched. It was a text from her handler, the one she had avoided looking at since the moment she walked out of Akihiro’s office.She stared at the screen for a moment, the message feeling like an ultimatum, each word tightening the knot in her stomach.“We need to talk. Now.”There was no time for hesitation. With a shaky breath, Paula picked up her bag, silencing her racing heart. She made her way to the small café she had visited
Paula had always prided herself on her ability to control her emotions, to keep her feelings in check and her actions precise. But now, walking through the office every day, she felt a disorienting swirl of chaos inside her. It was as if the very ground beneath her feet had shifted, and she was unsure of where to step next.She couldn’t stop thinking about Akihiro. His coldness, the absence of warmth in his eyes, the way he had looked at her in that final meeting—like she was a stranger to him. It all stung in ways she hadn’t prepared for. She thought she had been prepared for the fallout, but the reality was far worse than any of her expectations.Her phone buzzed on her desk, and she glanced at it. It was a message from Bela, her only friend at the company. The words were simple, but Paula knew there was something more behind them:“Are you okay? I haven’t seen you around much lately.”Paula sighed and typed a quick response:“I’m fine, just... figuring things out.”She stared at th
The days following the conversation with Akihiro felt heavier for Paula than any of the intense moments leading up to it. The walls she'd built—so carefully constructed around her emotions and her mission—were now cracked, and the cracks deepened with every passing hour. She could no longer escape the gnawing feeling that everything was slipping away, her carefully devised plan unraveling in ways she hadn’t expected. She had gone into this with a singular goal: stop the wedding and take control of Akihiro’s heart and business for her own reasons. Now, it seemed, her heart was being pulled into the very web she had spun.Her handler, on the other side of her mission, had called that morning. Paula hadn’t answered, even though the call was important—more important than anything else. But what could she say? The mission was spiraling out of her control. She couldn’t bring herself to do it anymore. The lines had blurred, and she couldn’t distinguish between who she was working for and who
The days after the conversation with Akihiro felt like a blur, a haze of numbness that Paula could neither shake nor make sense of. Each morning, she forced herself to get out of bed, to put on the facade of composure, to walk into the office and act as if everything was fine, when in reality, everything had crumbled around her. Akihiro’s words kept playing on a loop in her mind: “I can’t keep pretending.” They cut through her like a blade, each repetition stripping away the last remnants of her confidence.She had left his office that day with a vague sense of resolve, as though the conversation had somehow marked a closing chapter. But even as she closed the door behind her, a part of her was unsure—was this truly the end? Or had it merely been a painful pause?Paula threw herself into work, pouring her energy into managing the tasks at hand. If she could just stay busy enough, maybe the ache in her chest would lessen. But as the hours passed and the days turned into weeks, the ache
The days that followed her conversation with Akihiro were marked by a strange kind of quiet. The weight of what had happened settled heavily in the pit of Paula’s stomach. She had made a choice, and though she knew it was the right one, there was no denying the hollow emptiness that accompanied it. The truth was, she had hoped for more than just a chance to rebuild trust. She had hoped for a resolution, for Akihiro to say he could forgive her, to tell her that everything would be okay. But instead, he had asked for time—and that alone was a constant reminder of the precariousness of her situation.Paula’s life was divided into two worlds now. One was the office, where she went through the motions of her job with the same precision and focus she had always had. Her work was a constant, a routine that grounded her, even as it felt increasingly hollow. But there was no escaping the ghosts of the past that haunted her. Every email she sent, every meeting she attended, was tainted by the k
The days after Paula’s decision were an uncharted territory she never thought she would enter. The first few hours were a blur of conflicting emotions: relief, fear, and an overwhelming sense of the unknown. She had chosen to sever her ties with the mission, to let go of everything she had built in the name of family, ambition, and survival. But in doing so, she felt as though she was standing at the edge of a cliff, gazing into an abyss with no clear way down.Her phone had remained silent for a few days after her conversation with her handler. It was almost eerily quiet, as though the world was waiting for the storm to hit. It was only when she received a message from Akihiro that the gravity of her decision truly settled in.Akihiro: We need to talk. Can you meet me?The words hit her like a wave crashing against the shore. She hadn’t expected him to reach out so soon, but there it was—an invitation to face the consequences of her actions head-on. She had no idea what to expect, bu
The door to Akihiro’s office clicked shut behind her, but Paula remained frozen in the hallway. She could still feel the weight of his words, lingering like a shadow over her. It’s over. Those words kept echoing in her head, and they felt like the death knell of everything she had worked toward. The mission, the plan, the quiet manipulations—it all seemed meaningless now. She had lost him, and in doing so, had lost her purpose.Her fingers clutched at the fabric of her blouse, as though it could anchor her to something, anything, other than the sense of devastation that was settling in. It wasn’t just the failure of the mission that hurt—it was the realization that she had genuinely begun to care for him. That somewhere along the way, amidst the lies and the half-truths, she had developed feelings that she never intended to have. And now, she had ruined it all.Paula’s knees felt weak. She couldn’t stay here. She couldn’t go back to her apartment and face the emptiness of her decision
Paula sat at her desk, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen, feeling like time had stopped. The minutes, the hours—it all blurred together. She had just come from the meeting with Akihiro, a meeting that felt like it shattered the walls she had so carefully constructed. Everything she had worked for, every calculated move she had made to slowly infiltrate his trust, now felt meaningless.Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence, and her heart skipped a beat. It was from her handler.Handler: You know what to do. Don’t let personal feelings cloud the mission.She stared at the message, the words reading like a cold reminder of why she was there in the first place. But it no longer felt like just a mission. It wasn’t just about preventing the wedding anymore, about using Akihiro to her advantage. Somewhere along the way, she had started to feel something real for him, and now it was eating her from the inside out.She leaned back in her chair, letting the weight of it all settle i
Days had passed since that intense phone call with Akihiro. He had been kind, understanding, but something still lingered in the air between them—an unspoken distance that neither of them could quite close. Paula hadn’t expected the world to immediately shift just because she had confessed her turmoil, but it didn’t make the weight of the silence any easier to bear. It seemed that every step she took toward a future with him only brought her closer to the past she was trying to outrun.She was starting to feel like a walking contradiction. A woman who wanted something real, something honest, but who had also spent years manipulating her circumstances, hiding behind the walls she had built for protection. Now those walls were crumbling, and the pieces were scattered all around her. And no matter how much she tried to gather them up, she knew some things could never be put back together again.Every conversation with Akihiro—every touch, every fleeting moment of tenderness—reminded her
Paula stood motionless as Akihiro’s words echoed in her mind, their weight settling into her chest. She had known that what she was doing would be difficult. It would test her every boundary, every assumption about herself. But hearing him speak those words—the words that offered her a chance, a glimpse of something real—stirred something deep inside her. Something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel for a long time. Hope.She took a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking.“If this is your way of forgiving me, I don’t know if I’m ready for it,” she said quietly, her voice betraying the vulnerability she had worked so hard to suppress. “But I’m willing to try. I’m willing to fight, too.”Akihiro’s eyes softened, though there was a flicker of uncertainty still dancing in his gaze. “You don’t have to fight alone,” he said, his voice rough, almost as if he was admitting something he hadn’t planned to. “I’ll fight with you. But I need to know you’re all in, Paula. I need to know you
The days after her confrontation with the handler left Paula in a state of numbness, like she was walking through a fog that clung to her every step. It felt like everything she had built—her carefully constructed world, her mission—was now slipping away, piece by piece. But it wasn’t just the loss of her former self that consumed her thoughts. It was the guilt that gnawed at her, the constant reminder that what she had done to Akihiro was a betrayal, even if her feelings for him had become genuine.As she sat at her desk late one evening, the office empty except for a few scattered workers, Paula couldn’t shake the feeling that time was running out. She had made her choice, but she wasn’t sure if the road she had chosen would lead her to redemption—or ruin.A knock at her door pulled her from her spiraling thoughts. She turned to see Akihiro standing in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim lights of the hallway.“I thought you’d be gone by now,” Paula said, her voice betrayi