“NANDITO NA TAYO.”
Inayos ko pa ang itsura ko bago ako tuluyang bumaba at lumabas ng tricycle. Gaya rin ng sabi ni Kuya Tirso kanina ay hindi na ako nag-insist pa na magbayad.
“Thank you, Kuya,” sinsero ko na lang na saad kasabay ng isang matamis na ngiti.
Tumango siya. “Sige na, pumasok ka na.”
Nagpasalamat pa ako ng isa pang beses bago ako nagsimulang maglakad palayo.
Pero mayamaya lang din, hindi pa ako nakakalayo ay narinig ko na sumigaw siya ulit. He shouted my name so loud, that even though I was already several feet away from him, I still got to turn my back.
“Mag iingat ka!”
Hindi ko alam pero nang sabihin niya ang mga katagang iyon ay nakaramdam ako ng kakaibang kilabot. I am already at my boyfriend’s house. Kaya mag iingat ako saan?
Umiling-iling na lang ako at pilit na iwinaksi sa isip ko lahat ng negatibong bagay na pumasok doon. Baka jino-joke time lang ako ni Kuya Tirso. Papadilim na rin kasi pero wala pa ring nakabukas na ilaw sa bahay nina Calvin. Maybe, Kuya Tirso thought of teasing me by means of scaring me.
Well, sorry ka. Hindi ako mabilis matakot and also, hindi ako naniniwala sa mga multo.
Napangiti pa ako.
Binilisan ko na rin ang paglalakad palapit sa kahoy na pintuan ng bahay nina Calvin. Kumatok lang ako, hindi ako nagsalita dahil balak kong i-surprise siya. I’m sure, hindi niya inaasahan na pupunta ako rito ng ganitong alanganin nang oras. Lalo pa at alam niyang may lakad din ako ngayong araw.
Pagkatapos ng ilan ko pang pagkatok ay wala pa ring sumasagot. Imposible namang walang tao rito dahil may ingay na nanggagaling sa loob.
Inilapit ko ang tenga ko sa pinto hanggang sa halos lumapat na ito roon. Lalo kong narinig ang may-kalakasang tugtog na nanggagaling sa loob nga ng bahay.
Napailing ako. Mukhang wala na naman dito ‘yung mga magulang niya, ah?
At mukha ring si Calvin pa ang mas natatakot sa sarili nilang bahay kaysa sa akin. Sa lakas ba namang music niya, eh. I’m sure, this is his way of comforting himself para maisip niyang hindi siya mag isa.
Napahagikhik ako.
Hindi ko namalayan na habang nakalapat ang mukha ko sa pintuan nila ay napahawak na pala ako sa doorknob. Aksidente ko ring napihit iyon at bumukas naman.
Dahil doon ay naisipan ko na lang na pumasok. I’m sure, wala namang magagalit. And if ever Calvin’s parents are here, I know they won’t get mad either. Kilala naman na nila ako as their son’s girlfriend.
Para panindigang “surprise” ang pagpunta ko roon ay dahan-dahan ang ginawa kong paglakad. I even tip-toed on my way to his room. Sinigurado kong hindi ako makakalikha ng kahit anong ingay---not even footsteps---kahit alam ko na hindi niya rin naman ako maririnig kung sakali dahil sa lakas ng tugtog na nagmumula sa kwarto niya.
“SURPRISE!” malakas na bulalas ko. I was even smiling so wide. Not until I saw them.
Nagtagumpay naman ang plano kong surprise. Iyon nga lang, hindi lang si Calvin ang mag isang nakatanggap ng “surprise” ko. Even my bestfriend Sharina. She benefited accidentally to my surprise. Gaya marahil ng aksidente niyang pag ibabaw sa boyfriend ko habang pareho silang hubo’t hubad ang katawan. Aksidente, dahil sure naman ako na alam niyang boyfriend ko ang lalaking iniibabawan niya ngayon.
Bigla ay hindi ako makagalaw. It seems like I suddenly got frozen in my tracks. I felt numb, but my body trembles. Naninikip ang dibdib ko at parang sasabog ang ulo ko.
“C-Cali? Anong… A-Anong ginagawa mo rito?” It was Calvin.
Bigla siyang nataranta pagkakita sa akin. Naitulak niya pa si Sharina na nasa ibabaw niya bago siya bumangon at dali-daling nagsuot ng boxers. Si Sharina naman ay prente pang humiga sa kama at nagkumot, nakangiti pa ang loka na para bang wala siyang ginawang mali.
“H-Hindi ba dapat siya ang tinatanong ko niyan?” nanghihina kong saad sabay turo sa best friend ko. “A-Anong ginagawa niya rito? Anong ginagawa niyo?”
“Look, Cali. Mali lahat---”
“Oh, c’mon, Calvin. No need nang magsinungaling ka kay Cali. ‘Di ba, ikaw na nga rin ang nagsabi na naghihintay ka na lang ng perfect timing para iwanan siya? Maybe, this is the best timing,” putol ng ahas---ni Sharina sa boyfriend ko. Or should I say, ex-boyfriend.
“Perfect timing?” usal ko. “Ibig sabihin, you’ve been doing this for a long time now?”
“Hindi---”
“Six months,” proud na pag amin ni Sharina. “Or seven months na yata? Gaano na nga katagal… babe?”
Lumipat ang tingin ko kay Calvin. Nakayuko siya.
“Six and a half,” aniya sa halos pabulong nang tinig.
Napanganga ako.
Hindi ko na siya inaasahan na sumagot. But he still did, which caused my heart to ache more.
“G-Ganoon katagal niyo na akong niloloko. How could you?” puno ng hinanakit na tanong ko.
Gusto kong umiyak. I badly wanted to. Pero nang dahil sa hindi ko maintindihang dahilan ay walang luha na lumalabas mula sa mga mata ko. Wala kahit patak.
Maybe my heart knows that these two didn’t deserve it?
“You know what, Cali, hindi ko kasalanan kung tanga ka at manhid na hindi mo nahalata ang nangyayari sa amin behind your back. It’s been what? Six months and a half pero hindi ka man lang nagduda?” nang-uuyam na wika ni Sharina. She even laughed in mockery. “Akala ko pa naman matalino ka.”
I turned my gaze on her. And with pure hatred I said, “That was because I trusted you two. Calvin and I have been together for two long years. At ikaw, best friend kita.”
“Calvin, babe, ayoko na ng maraming drama. Pwede bang paalisin mo na siya?” maarteng sabi ni Sharina kay Calvin imbis na sagutin ako. Her feet even reach for Calvin’s legs and it playfully wandered there.
Ang kapal talaga.
“Cali, sa labas na tayo mag usap---”
“No. Wala na tayong dapat pag usapan pa, Calvin. What I saw was more than enough for me to break up with you---”
“EH, ‘DI MAG-BREAK! T*** **A, SINONG TINAKOT MO?!”
Calvin’s tone immediately shifted from soft to demonic. Ang malungkot at tila nakokonsensya niyang mukha kanina ay napalitan ng nakakainis na pagngisi.
“You think, takot akong mawala ka? G***, SINO KA BA?” sabi niya pa.
“Yeah, that’s right? Sino ka ba?” gatong pa ni Sharina. “Ikaw nga ang dapat matakot kung tutuusin, eh. Kasi kayang-kaya ni Calvin na patalsikin ka sa CFS.”
Binalingan ko siya. “Oh, talaga? At bakit?”
“Kasi… siya lang naman ang palihim na biggest donor ng CFS. Hindi magfu-function ang Contessa kung wala ang tulong niya. So, basically, pwede ka niyang patalsikin doon anytime,” sagot niya. Bahagya pa siyang bumangon sa pagkakahiga niya at inabot sa gilid ang isang bag.
Napakunot noo ako.
Bahagya ko ring tinapunan ng tingin ang dala kong bag. It… kinda looks alike with that on her.
“See this? Binili ito ni Calvin para sa akin kahapon lang. Eh, ikaw? Binilhan ka ba niya ni minsan ng ganito? I doubt it. Pero ako, look at this. Designer bag ito, limited edition. Five hundred thousand pesos, straight from the States,” nagmamalaki niyang wika. Hinaplos-haplos niya pa ang bag na iyon at marahang dinampian ng halik.
Imbis na mainsulto ay napahalakhak na lang ako. Bagay na halatang ipinagtaka ng dalawa.
“Maiinggit na sana ako… pero sana, ch-in-eck mo muna ang authenticity niyan bago mo pinagyabang. Just like your… lover right there,” babala ko at nagpakawala ng isang matamis na ngiti. Well, it was a bitter-sweet smile. Inangat ko ang bag na dala ko. “This, is the real piece.”
Binato ko iyon sa kanya.
“Tingnan mo. And see the difference for yourself,” hamon ko pa.
Namutla si Sharina habang nanginginig niyang dinampot ang bag ko. Ipinag-compare nga ng bruha ang dalawang bag. Napatawa ako lalo.
“I-I’m sure, itong sa iyo ang fake. P-Paano ka naman makakabili ng… n-ng ganito kamahal na bag, ha? S-Sino ka ba?” nauutal na wika ni Sharina tsaka niya inihagis sa akin pabalik ang bag. Bumagsak iyon sa paanan ko pero hindi ako nag abala na kuhanin iyon agad. “C-Calvin, babe, sabihin mo sa kanya na peke ang sa kanya at iyong sa akin ang totoo---”
“ENOUGH, SHARINA! HUWAG MO NANG PALALAIN LALO ANG SITWASYON AND STOP YOUR CRAZY, F****** ANTICS!” biglang sigaw ni Calvin.
I was shocked, even Sharina was. Kung titingnan ito ay para na siyang ibang tao. Namumula siya, kung saan-saan umiikot ang mata, at iritable. It does looks like he’s… drugged.
Kinabahan ako bigla. Hindi dahil sa galit niya, kundi dahil sa isiping hindi siya ang Calvin na kilala ko ng mga sandaling iyon dahil nasa ilalim siya ng impluwensya ng ipinagbabawal na gamot.
Lalo pa akong nagulat nang sunggaban niya si Sharina.
“YOU…! I FOOLED CALI AND I CHOSE YOU KASI AKALA KO MAHAL MO RIN AKO. BUT TURNS OUT, I WAS WRONG. WALA KA PALANG IBANG GUSTO KUNDI ANG GATASAN AKO!” galit na galit at nanggigigil na sigaw ni Calvin.
Sinasakal na nito ngayon si Sharina habang ako ay tulala lang at hindi makapaniwala sa mga nakikita ko. Minutes before, they were making love. ‘Tapos ngayon, para nang hayop si Calvin na handang sakmalin at patayin si Sharina.
“AND YES, THAT BAG WAS FAKE. NAKUHA KO LANG IYAN FOR FIVE THOUSAND PESOS,” gigil pa ring sabi ng lalaki. “P-PERO, NAKAKAINIS! NAKAKAINIS KASI MALAKING KABAWASAN PA RIN IYON SA IBINAYAD SA AKIN NI MONICA!”
Ang kaba na nararamdaman ko at takot ay napalitan ng panlalambot. It was as if reality suddenly hit me hard. Really hard.
Ibinayad ni Monica? Is he pertaining to the same Monica I know? Ibig bang sabihin nito na siya ang dahilan kung bakit nabuking ang matagal ko nang sikreto? It was all because of him that Dad had to know everything. All because of his desire to please his other woman…
Isa-isa nang nagpatakan ang luha na kanina ay wala. And with all my anger, it seems like my everything around me is dark and blurry.
“CALVIN! BITAWAN MO SIYA! MAPAPATAY MO NA SIYA, ANO BA?!”
Napapitlag ako pagkarinig sa sigaw na iyon. It was… Kuya Tirso. Together with him was his wife and daughter.
Nataranta naman si Calvin, siguro ay hindi niya inaasahan ang presensya at biglang pagsulpot nina Kuya Tirso sa loob ng kwarto niya. Sinamantala naman iyon ng huli para mailayo si Calvin kay Sharina na ngayon ay nanginginig sa takot habang humihingal na umiiyak. Kuya Tirso pinned Calvin on the ground.
Si Pamela naman ay mabilis din akong dinaluhan.
“Okay ka lang ba? Nakwento sa akin ni Tatay ‘yung nangyari. Nakita niya rin nang dumating kanina si Calvin na may kasamang ibang babae rito kaya nag alangan pa siyang ihatid ka rito. No’ng nalaman ko, nag alala ako agad kaya ko sila inayang sumugod dito. Sorry sa pangengealam---”
Hindi ko na siya pinatapos magsalita at niyakap ko na lang siya ng mahigpit.
“No, Pamela. Thanks to you, you saved me. You saved us!”
***
AFTER A FEW MINUTES, POLICEMEN STARTED TO ARRIVE.
Dinala ng mga ito si Calvin, mapapatungan daw ng kasong attempted homicide at psychological offense to women. Maliban pa sa kaso niyang connected sa ipinagbabawal na gamot sa oras na mapatunayang nasa ilalim siya ng possession niyon nang gawin niya ang pagwawala niya kanina.
I was now sitting outside Calvin’s house. Katatapos lang ng mga pulis na kuhanan kami ni Sharina ng statement. Hindi na ako sumama sa presinto dahil ayokong mas lumaki pa ang involvement ko sa kaso kung sakali.
Nandito pa ako dahil hinihintay ko lang na bumalik sina Pamela at Kuya Tirso galing sa presinto. Isinama rin kasi sila for questionning tungkol sa akto na inabutan ng mga ito.
“C-Cali, I-I’m sorry. I-I know---”
“Save your words, Sharina. I don’t want to hear anything from you anyway.” I interrupted her coldly.
Muling nag-flashback sa isip ko ang mga tagpong naabutan ko kanina. Kung paanong n*******d silang parehas sa kama, she was on Calvin’s top, and… Gosh, Cali. Stop torturing yourself more. Ano ba?
“Cali, hindi ko naman sinasadya. Maniwala ka---”
“Hindi valid ang excuse na iyan when it comes to cheating. It was a choice, Sharina. Your choice,” pagdidiin ko. “Now, kung may natitira ka pang pagpapahalaga sa naging pagsasama natin, then let me forget about this and heal. Siguro naman maiintindihan mo if I would choose to cut you off my life. ‘Di ba?”
Hindi siya nakakibo agad. Hanggang mayamaya ay napatango na lang siya.
Tumayo na ako at naghanda sa pag alis.
I was about to walk away when suddenly, I remembered something.
“And by the way, the real secret donor of Contessa,” ani ko. Napatingin naman siya sa akin. Her face was covered in curiosity. “It was me, Calista Sanchez… Sy.”
Kitang-kita ko kung paano nanlaki ang mga mata niya at kung paano siya napahiya.
Taas-noo na akong naglakad palayo sa kanya pagkatapos noon. I was smiling smuggly.
For the first time in my life, I used my family name to brag on someone. Pero ito na rin siguro ang huli. Ito na ang huling beses na ico-connect ko ang sarili ko sa mga Sy. After this, I will be gone. And when I come back, I will shock the world. Particularly those who trashed me for who I am now.
Drop your thoughts about CALVIN and SHARINA, mga 'miii! HAHAHAHA
NANG ARAW NA UMALIS AKO SA BUILDING NG MGA SY AY IYON NA RIN ANG HULING BESES NA TUMUNTONG PA AKO SA KAHIT ANONG PAG AARI NILA. Hindi na rin ako kumontak pa o nakibalita sa kahit sino sa kanila. Kahit kay Ayi Hana. I already got rid of my phone and bought something cheaper. Ngayon, ang contacts ko na lang ay sina Tatay Tirso, Nanay Belen, at Pamela. They all offered me their home as my temporary shelter, pero ako na lang din ang kusang tumanggi. Ayoko rin kasing ma-attach pa sa kahit na kanino, especially that I knew how kind-hearted they all were. Tsaka paalis na rin ako pa-France in a few days now.Dalawang araw mula ngayon ay gaganapin na ang graduation ceremony sa Contessa Fashion School. And yes, I still continued taking my studies there. Bagay na hindi at never kong pagsisisihan dahil bukod sa mahal ko talaga ang fashion designing, ay dahil din sa CFS kung bakit nakatakda na akong makapasok sa pinto na pwedeng maging daan para maabot ko ang mga bagay na pinapangarap ko para sa c
2 DAYS LATER: GRADUATION DAY “AND FOR THIS YEAR’S VALEDICTORIAN, MAY WE CALL ON STAGE MISS… CALISTA SANCHEZ!”Agad akong tumayo sa kinauupuan ko matapos kong marinig na tinawag ang pangalan ko. Yes, it was me. Sinadya ko talagang sabihin at ipagtanggal ang totoong last name ko na galing kay Daddy. Instead, I opted to “Sanchez”, iyon ang apelyido ni Mommy sa pagkadalaga.Naglakad na ako paakyat sa stage, palapit sa emcee na tumawag sa akin. She also gave way so that I can have my place in front of the mic stand. It was my time to say my speech.“Good morning, everyone. Especially to our teachers, co-graduates, and parents. Originally, Contessa handed me a script for the speech I have to deliver today. But I chose not to go for it and instead, I will say what my heart really wanted to say,” pagsisimula ko.Tumingin din ako sa harapan kung saan nakaupo ang mga teacher at ang head ng Contessa Fashion School. I did it as my way to ask permission. Nakangiti naman silang tumango na para ban
MY FLIGHT WAS SCHEDULED AT EIGHT P.M., PERO ALAS SINGKO PA LANG NG HAPON AY NASA AIRPORT NA AKO. Pagkatapos ng ginawa naming pagsasalu-salo nina Pamela at ng mga magulang niya ay nagpaalam na agad ako. Doon na rin ako nagpaabot ng pasasalamat at iyon na rin ang naging huling pagsasama-sama namin dahil hindi na ako pumayag na magpahatid pa sa kanila sa airport. One reason is that, I don’t want to get involve in such dramatic goodbyes.“Cali? May I take a little bit of your time please before you go on board?”Napalingon ako sa nagsalita. It was Zyco Sefarano. He was a famous fashion designer who used to work abroad; pero mas nakilala siya nang kuning exclusive designer for five consecutive years ng pinakasikat at pinakamataas na antas ng event sa buong international pageantry. Sa ngayon ay turning sixty years old na siya at naka-base na lang sa Pilipinas. May sarili na siyang fashion brand na nagtatampok ng iba’t-ibang world class na styles ng damit, sapatos, at kung anu-ano pa. Siya
WHEN WE LANDED IN PARIS, WE WERE ALREADY EXHAUSTED. JETLAGGED. REGARDLESS THE FACT NA "RELAXED" NGA LANG KAMI SA BUONG BIYAHE."Grabe. Hindi ako makapaniwala na nakalabas na tayo ng bansa. Sobrang ganda rito…”I took a glance of Jelai. She's smiling so wide— spinning around slowly while staring at the beautiful sceneries around us. Napangiti na rin ako."Yeah, I know. At marami pang naghihintay sa'tin na mas magaganda pang lugar at tanawin dito. We'll explore the whole of Paris— no, the whole of France while we're here,” saad ko pa. May halong pangangako ang sinabi kong iyon."Talaga? Totoo ba 'yan?” Lalo namang namilog ang mga mata niya nang tanungin niya ako no'n. She seems to get more excited of the thought.Tumango ako at inaya na siyang lumakad. Base on Mama Zyco's instruction, paglabas namin ng airport ay may nakaabang na sa aming private vehicle. Kinontrata niya pa raw iyon sa dating transportation company na hawak niya no'ng nandito pa siya sa Paris. That same vehicle will bri
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MARGARET'S P. O. VThe years that followed were a blur of opulence and carefully calculated risk. Arnaldo’s wealth had become our playground, a source of endless luxury and power. But it wasn't enough. The thrill of the game, the adrenaline rush of manipulating others, had become addictive. I craved more, something beyond the confines of our carefully constructed world. That's where the Fibonacci Mafia came in.They were a powerful organization, their tentacles reaching into every corner of the city's underbelly. I'd initially approached them cautiously, offering my services as a financial advisor, a seemingly innocuous role that allowed me to infiltrate their inner circle. My charm, my intelligence, my ruthless ambition quickly won their trust. I learned their secrets, their weaknesses, their intricate network of operations. I became an indispensable part of their operations, privy to their most sensitive information.But my ambition knew no bounds. I wasn't content to be merely a pl
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe wedding was a spectacle, a lavish affair that masked the cold calculation that had orchestrated it. Arnaldo, still bearing the scars of grief, looked like a man walking through a dream, his eyes holding a strange mixture of sorrow and something akin to… contentment. Contentment that I had carefully cultivated, nurtured, and manipulated. My own daughter, Monica, stood beside me, a picture of innocent obliviousness, unaware of the darkness that fueled our ascent.The mansion was opulent, even more so than I remembered. It was a gilded cage, a testament to Arnaldo's wealth, a prize I had finally claimed. I stood in the master bedroom, gazing out at the sprawling gardens, a triumphant smile playing on my lips. Isabella’s presence was completely erased, her belongings gone, her memory relegated to a distant, inconvenient past. This was my victory, my conquest, my reward for a meticulously planned campaign of manipulation and deceit.Arnaldo, now my husband, was a sha
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe polished mahogany of Arnaldo Sy’s office felt different this time, heavier, draped in a somber veil of grief. The air hung thick with unspoken sorrow, a stark contrast to the usual crisp efficiency that permeated the space. Arnaldo sat behind his large desk, his shoulders slumped, his face etched with a weariness that went beyond simple fatigue. He looked older, broken, the vibrant energy that had once characterized him extinguished, replaced by a hollow emptiness.I approached him slowly, my movements deliberate, my expression carefully crafted to convey sympathy and concern. The news of Isabella’s death had been plastered across every news outlet, a spectacle of tragedy that I had orchestrated with cold precision. Now, I would play the role of the sympathetic friend, the comforting presence in his time of need. My heart, however, felt strangely devoid of emotion, a cold, calculating engine driving my actions.“Arnaldo,” I said softly, my voice laced with a car
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe champagne was cold, the crystal flute elegant in my hand, but the celebratory mood felt hollow, a thin veneer over the churning anxiety within me. I sat alone in my opulent apartment, the city lights a blurred spectacle outside my window. The silence was deafening, a heavy blanket smothering the usual vibrant hum of the city. It was a silence pregnant with anticipation, a silence that screamed louder than any celebration.The news had been sparse, deliberately vague. A small chartered plane, en route to a remote region, had gone down. Details were scarce, the investigation ongoing. But I knew. I knew what had happened, what I had orchestrated. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, a crushing burden of guilt and exhilaration.My phone lay beside me, a cold, inert object. I longed for it to ring, to break the suffocating silence, to bring confirmation, to bring closure. But the silence persisted, stretching into an eternity of agonizing suspense. Each tick
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe information arrived like a poisoned dart, precise and deadly. Isabella was scheduled to fly to a remote region in the north, leading a relief operation for victims of a recent typhoon. The details were scant, but enough to ignite the cold fire of my ambition. This was it, the opportunity I'd been waiting for, the perfect chance to finally take my plans to the next level. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the chilling certainty that consumed me.I paced my opulent apartment, the city lights a glittering backdrop to my dark thoughts. The phone call had been brief, anonymous, a whisper in the night. But the information it contained was a detonator, setting off a chain reaction within me. This wasn't just about acquiring Arnaldo; it was about eliminating the obstacle, removing Isabella from the equation. The thought sent a shiver of exhilaration down my spine, mingling with a chilling sense of dread.The plan formed in my mind, swift
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe week had been a blur of meticulously planned actions, each step designed to tighten the noose around Arnaldo Sy. My initial investment in SyCorp, while ultimately rejected by him personally, had still given me a small, yet strategically significant, stake in his company. It was a foothold, a tiny crack in his seemingly impenetrable world. Now, I was ready for the next phase.I returned to SyCorp’s headquarters, the familiar scent of polished wood and expensive coffee a constant reminder of my ambition. His secretary, a woman with eyes that missed nothing, greeted me with a polite, yet guarded smile."Mr. Sy isn't available at the moment, Ms. Holloway," she said, her voice carefully neutral. "However, he did leave this for you." She handed me a small, neatly folded piece of paper.It contained a single address: Willow Creek Park. My heart pounded a rapid tattoo against my ribs. He hadn't simply dismissed me; he'd lured me into a trap. A calculated, deliberate tra
MARGARET'S P. O. VThe next day. The polished mahogany of Arnaldo Sy’s office felt cold beneath my fingertips. I sat across from him, the scent of expensive leather and old money clinging to the air, a stark contrast to the bitter taste of resentment that coated my tongue. He looked… different here, stripped of the casual charm he exuded at Calista’s birthday party. He was all sharp angles and controlled power, his dark eyes assessing me with a cool detachment that both intrigued and infuriated me.I’d come prepared, a meticulously crafted presentation outlining my investment proposal for SyCorp. It was a substantial offer, enough to significantly boost the company’s bottom line. It wasn't about the money, of course. It was about leverage, a strategic foothold in his world, a means to an end.“Mr. Sy,” I began, my voice smooth and controlled, a stark contrast to the tempest raging within me. “I believe SyCorp is on the verge of a significant breakthrough, and I’m eager to be a part o