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Traizle "I am still sleepy." I muttered as I was sending Lyndon and Layzen off to their schools. "Who told you to stay late last night? None, right? So don't bother complaining." Lyndon replied, scolding me. “You know you have a work tomorrow morning, but you still stay late? That's not good, Traizle." Layzen added, also scolding his older sister. I can't sleep. I couldn't concentrate on my work last night after delivering the order to Arias, Zarsuelo's friend. Am I to blame? Of course not. It is his fault. For making me sleep late. An unexpected confession can really make you lose concentration throughout your work. Tell me who can still concentrate after that, I will congratulate them big time. After sending them off to their schools, I am now on my way to the Snack Bar. After what happened last night, I promised myself that I would make sure to look at their names. I'll see if the name is a threat to me or not. To make sure nothing like last night will happen again nex
Traizle "Why is that?" I asked, confused at her answer. "He is outside. Waiting for you, maybe?" she said before answering the call. Is he outside? I still don't want to talk to him. His confession is the first reason I should avoid him. I stopped thinking when my phone vibrated. As I get my phone, I immediately see if it is important. "I think it's urgent—not so very important as it seems." I said, looking at the name of the person who messaged me. I intended not to read his message, but he showed himself at the door, waving and smiling at me, showing his big smile and white teeth. I was about to avoid his path and pretend I didn't notice him, but the owner's expression tells me to go out and talk to him. "I need to work, Boss. Talking to him would lose me a fortune in just an hour." I reasoned, telling the fact as well. "You told me to ask for money and think of it as your other sideline." the owner replied, getting back what I had told her a while ago. I sighed in de
Traizle "Will you go back to the company now?" Zarsuelo asked. I shook my head quickly. "I don't have any plans to go back there," I answered. "After hearing you, I don't think I have to go back there." I continued. "Ahh, why?" Zarsuelo fussed. "When someone tells you he or she likes you, you should be shy and reciprocate it afterward. Why are you so different from the others?" He added. I sighed defeatedly. "You're the only one who's different here," I argue. "I told you clearly before. I am just your secretary, nothing more and nothing less!" I added angrily. "But I want more. What should I do about that?" He asked back. "I don't know! Why are you asking me?" "Because I wanted to know your opinion." "You are strangling me indirectly!" I complained. "I need to go back—" "Stay." Zarsuelo said, after stopping me from going out. I thought he was taken aback by what I had said, so I used that time to stand up and go out, but I calculated it wrong. "I am sorry, I won't f
Traizle Every rule, I will say, he has his own rules too. I don't know if he will really follow our rules. "Traizle." Zarsuelo called. "What?" I asked back. "If ever I am choking you to death, tell me, okay? I will stop myself from choking you.” he said seriously. Good then he knows his limitations. I nodded at him in agreement and kept my phone in my pocket. "Let's go." I told him. He looked at me confused. "To where?" he asked back. "I have to go back to the Snack Bar and give back the bike I rented." I replied as I stood up from my seat. "Bike? What is the purpose of renting a bike?" He asked more confused, but not concerned about getting the left buns. "I am renting a bike to deliver the orders." I answered as we started to head out of the cafe. I could hear him getting up from his seat and following behind me. "You are using a bike to deliver the orders?" He repeated. "That is why I thought you lost some weight. Where's your old motorcycle?" He asked again. "At t
Traizle "Zarsuelo, you are invited to a party." I told him, handing him the pink envelope that I had just received a while ago. He walked towards me. "A party? It's been a long time since I went to a party!" he replied excitedly as he opened the invitation letter. "Can I go to the party?" He asked. "Why are you asking me about that? If you want to go, then go." I answered. "Oh, it is not just an invitation letter. It is a business party." he replied while reading the letter. "Business what?" I asked. "We should get ready." Zarsuelo beamed. "We?" I asked back. Why 'we' sound like I am going with him to that party? "Of course! I am my company's representative and need you to go with me because you are my secretary. In that way, we can also find some investors or future customers," he answered, smiling widely. "You will be my date on Saturday. I can't wait for that day!" he added excitedly. I hate that kind of party. "Do I really have to go there? I don't think I can g
Traizle After our work, Zarsuelo and I headed to a dress and suit shop as we planned. "Good evening, Ma'am and Sir. Zarsuelo." The salesperson greeted us. "Good evening, I hope this won't go public for my privacy." Zarsuelo greeted back. The salesperson smiled and shook her hands saying, "Don't worry, Sir. We don't do that. Our guests' privacy is important." She assured us. She guided us to the main room. "What do you prefer, Ma'am?" She asked me after. "Do you have a sexy dress?" Zarsuelo answered. "You will wear that sexy dress. I am warning you, Zarsuelo." I growled silently, enough for him to hear it. He bobbed his head at me, pouting. "Why not wear one? I want to see you wear a sexy dress. Can you?" He asked. "Force me or I won't go with you?" I asked back. He clasped his hands and turned to the salesperson. "Anything, as long as it is good for her." He spoke. The salesperson laughed a bit before nodding. "Understood. How about you, Sir?" She asked. "I want a
Traizle Saturday came and they were now dolling me up in a room where Zarsuelo brought me. I insisted on going with the makeup I could do, but he told me he would bring me to a place where I could be prettier than usual. "You can now change into your dress, Ma'am Traizle." The woman who did my makeup said. I opened my eyes to see my reflection in the mirror. "You guys can definitely make a change." I complimented her. I can't deny they are professional. I look like a model in this makeup. And I should do this more often too. Makeup looks good on me. "Like what Mr. Zarsuelo said, you are already pretty. Adding some design to your face makes you more gorgeous." the woman replied. "I hope so." I just answered, standing up from my seat to change. I am wearing black ruched-waist long chiffon, according to the salesperson from the dress and suit shop. Paired with a moon pendant short necklace and a long tassel diamond crystal ear stud drop dangle earrings, I am also wearing poi
Traizle "Traizle." The younger Arias called me, sitting beside me as if we were close. Arching my right eyebrows at him, Arias lifted his hands. "I surrender." he added. "Zarsuelo is not here." I replied. He laughed. "I am not finding him," he responded and looked at me from head to toe. "Woah, you are beautiful tonight." he added. I shrugged my shoulders. "They told me that already." I retorted. He clapped his hands while shaking his head. "What confidence you have. I am starting to like you more," he answered. "What I meant is that I like you for my friend. You are feisty. You can control that dumb friend of mine who all he knows is to eat sweets." he added. I don't know if it is sincere, or if he is being sarcastic. "That dumb friend of yours might be looking for you. Better go and find someone you can talk to." I answered. "What a coldhearted woman." he replied, holding his chest as if he was sad about what I had told him. "Why are you talking to my girl—oh, Aiden m