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 properly. I don’t want to see errors.”
“Got it, sir,” sagot niya agad habang inaabot ang mga papel.
Tinitigan siya ni Akihiro nang ilang segundo bago tumango at muling pumasok sa opisina. Habang hawak niya ang mga dokumento, napansin ni Paula na medyo mas naging diretso ang boss niya kaysa kanina. Maaaring maliit lang na pagbabago, pero napansin niya ‘yon. At para sa kanya, isa na namang piraso ng puzzle ang nakuha niya.
Pagkatapos niyang ayusin at i-scan ang mga dokumento, nagpasya si Paula na dumaan muna sa pantry para uminom ng tubig. Doon niya naabutan si Bela, abala sa paglalagay ng mga snacks sa isang lalagyan.
“Uy, productive day?” tanong nito agad nang mapansin si Paula.
“Medyo. Actually, pinapafile na ako agad ni Mr. Conjuangco. Mukhang hindi siya palalampasin kahit first day ko,” sagot ni Paula sabay ngiti.
“Naku, ganyan talaga siya. Pero in fairness, kapag napansin niyang maayos ka, binibigyan ka niya ng trust. Kahit cold siya, hindi naman unfair. Strikto lang,” sagot ni Bela habang nagbubukas ng juice.
“Good to know. Alam mo, ang dami mo talagang helpful tips,” sabi ni Paula.
“Ganito talaga kapag matagal ka na sa kumpanya. You learn to read people. At dahil gusto kita, share ko na rin—kung gusto mong mag-stand out, huwag kang palaging yes girl. Akihiro respects people who can challenge him… in a respectful way.”
Napaisip si Paula. Totoo nga siguro ‘yun. Ang mga taong laging sunod lang sa utos ay hindi agad naaappreciate, lalo na ng isang tulad ni Akihiro na sanay sa power. Kailangan niyang ipakita na may sarili siyang isip—na kaya niyang makisabay, hindi lang sumunod.
Nang bumalik si Paula sa desk, nadatnan niya ang isang internal memo na may meeting si Akihiro sa mga department heads mamayang 2 PM. Kasama sa memo ang instruction na iprepare niya ang meeting room at siguraduhing maayos ang lahat. Agad siyang kumilos—chineck niya ang projector, inayos ang mga upuan, siniguradong may tubig para sa bawat participant, at inihanda ang presentation materials na pinadala ng Finance team.
Habang abala siya, dumaan si Akihiro para i-check ang setup.
“Looks good,” sabi nito matapos silipin ang loob ng meeting room. “You’re efficient.”
“Thank you, sir,” sagot ni Paula.
Ngumiti ito nang kaunti—halos hindi mo mapansin, pero sapat na para mapansin ni Paula na may approval. “Be ready to take notes. I’ll need a summary after the meeting.”
“Yes, sir.”
Nang dumating ang mga department heads, pinanatili ni Paula ang professional stance niya. Tahimik siyang umupo sa gilid, handang magsulat. Habang nagsasalita si Akihiro sa harap, napansin niya kung paano ito magdala ng diskusyon—firm, precise, at hindi natatakot magsabi ng kung ano ang kailangan. Pero may respeto. Hindi ito sigaw o bastos. At sa bawat sagot ng mga managers, pinakinggan ito ni Akihiro ng mabuti, bago sumagot.
Minsan, napapatingin ito kay Paula, lalo na kapag may binabanggit na kailangang i-note. Sa bawat tingin, pinaparamdam nito na kailangan siya—hindi lang bilang secretary, kundi bilang tao sa likod ng support system.
Matapos ang meeting, lumapit si Akihiro habang hawak pa rin ang folder ng minutes.
“I want the summary before 5 PM.”
“Understood,” sagot ni Paula.
“I don’t like wordy reports. Get to the point. But make sure nothing’s missed.”
“I’ll make it concise and complete, sir.”
Tumango ito at tumalikod.
Alas-kuwatro y media pa lang pero tapos na si Paula sa summary report. Tatlong pages lang ito, pero direct, organized, at malinaw ang flow. Dinouble-check niya ang grammar, formatting, at points bago niya ito i-print at i-staple. Dahan-dahan siyang kumatok sa opisina ni Akihiro.
“Come in,” sabi nito mula sa loob.
Pagpasok niya, iniabot niya ang report. “Here’s the meeting summary, sir.”
Kinuha ito ni Akihiro at sinimulang basahin. Ilang minuto siyang nanatiling tahimik habang nakatayo si Paula sa tapat ng desk.
Maya-maya, tinaas nito ang ulo. “Good. Organized. You got all the important points.”
Ngumiti si Paula, bahagyang nag-relax. “Thank you, sir.”
Tumingin si Akihiro nang diretso sa kanya. “You exceeded expectations today. Let’s see if you can keep this up.”
Para kay Paula, sapat na ang mga salitang iyon. Hindi man expressive si Akihiro, ang pagkilala na iyon ay isang malaking tagumpay. Isa siyang taong hindi basta-basta pumupuri—kaya’t bawat simpleng papuri ay may bigat.
Pagkatapos ng opisina, nagkita silang muli ni Amara sa isang café malapit sa tinitirhan nila. Nakasuot pa si Paula ng black dress niya, at halatang pagod pero energized pa rin ang aura niya.
“Uy, kamusta ang first day?” tanong ni Amara habang inaabot ang milk tea.
“Success,” sagot ni Paula habang ngumiti. “Napainom ko ng kape, napansin ang trabaho ko, at… pinuri ako. Konti lang, pero big deal na.”
“Boom!” sabi ni Amara, nagtaas pa ng kamao. “Day one pa lang, may progress na!”
Tumawa si Paula. “Pero seryoso, Amara… hindi siya madaling i-crack. Hindi siya flirt, hindi siya madaldal, and sobrang observant. One wrong move, out ka agad.”
“Alam ko. Kaya nga ikaw ang perfect para sa role na ‘yan. You’re not just charming, you’re smart. At kaya mong makisabay sa ganyang level.”
Naglakbay ang mata ni Paula sa labas ng bintana ng café, kung saan kita ang city lights na unti-unting lumalabas. Marami pa siyang kailangang gawin. Marami pa siyang kailangang patunayan. Pero ngayong natitiyak niyang may efekto siya sa boss niya, kahit kaunti, lalong tumitibay ang loob niya.
At kahit may halong guilt sa ginagawa niya—dahil hindi ito simpleng trabaho kundi isang misyon para pigilan ang kasal ng lalaking minahal ng kaibigan niya—pinipili pa rin niyang sumulong.
“Tomorrow’s another day,” sabi ni Paula. “And I’m just getting started.”
Sa susunod na araw, may bagong hamon na naman siyang haharapin. Pero para kay Paula, bawat araw ay bagong pagkakataon. Hindi lang para mapasok ang mundo ni Akihiro, kundi para ipakita na kaya niyang maging higit pa sa ordinaryong secretary. Isa siyang game player—at unti-unti, sinisimulan na niyang iikot ang laro sa gusto niyang direksyon.
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 silence in Akihiro’s office was thick, almost suffocating. Paula could hear her own heartbeat echoing in her ears as she tried to keep herself steady, every muscle tense, every nerve alive with a mix of anticipation and fear. She had no idea how he was going to react to what she had just said, but this was the moment—the one where everything would either come together or fall apart completely.Akihiro was still standing by his desk, his expression neutral, unreadable. The sharp lines of his jaw were tight, his dark eyes focused on her but not revealing anything beyond the cold surface. Paula felt the weight of his silence like a tangible thing, something that pressed down on her chest.“I’m not sure I can just forget what you’ve done, Paula,” Akihiro finally spoke, his voice low but steady. “Trust isn’t something I can give freely, and you’ve already broken it once. Do you understand what that means?”Paula nodded, swallowing hard. “I understand. But I need you to know... this was
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
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