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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe quiet of Jelai’s apartment was a stark contrast to the bustling city I’d left behind. The air was calm, the atmosphere peaceful, a welcome respite from the turmoil that had consumed me for so long. As we sat talking, sharing stories, offering comfort, a sense of normalcy settled over us, a shared space where two friends could connect, could confide, could plan for the future.Jelai, ever observant, noticed my absence from the fashion scene. Her question, though simple, held a depth of concern that warmed my heart.“Cali,” she began, her voice soft, her tone laced with curiosity, “Bakit… Bakit parang wala na 'kong nakikitang news about you lately? I mean, sa fashion world? Parang wala ka ring bagong labas na designs? Anong nangyari? Huminto ka na? Early retirement?”I sighed, a wave of exhaustion washing over me. The past few months had been a whirlwind of emotions, a rollercoaster of events that had left me drained, depleted, yet strangely invigorated. The loss o
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe afternoon sun cast long shadows across Jelai’s small apartment, the air filled with a sense of quiet contentment, a shared feeling of peace and understanding. Our conversation had been a balm to my wounded soul, a source of comfort in the face of overwhelming grief and uncertainty. Jelai’s unwavering support, her understanding of my pain, her willingness to return to my side—it had all been a source of strength, a renewed sense of purpose.As we prepared to end our conversation, a sense of finality settled over us, a quiet acknowledgment of the unspoken promises, the unsaid commitments, the shared future we were building. The weight of the past few months, the burden of my grief and anger, seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of hope, a renewed sense of purpose.“Jelai,” I said, my voice soft, my tone filled with unwavering conviction, “I’m going back to fashion design. Hindi man agad agad, pero babalik ako. I still have a lot to do with my father’s company. But I
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CALISTA'S P. O. VGabi na nang makauwi ako. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as I navigated the familiar streets, the familiar route taking on a new significance, a new meaning. The drive home, usually a mundane routine, was now imbued with a sense of purpose, a renewed sense of direction. My conversation with Jelai had been a turning point, a pivotal moment that had shifted my perspective, redefined my priorities, and clarified my path forward.The weight of the past few months, the burden of grief and anger, seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of clarity, a renewed sense of purpose. The pursuit of revenge on Niccolo was still a driving force, but it was no longer the sole focus of my life. My friendship with Jelai, my commitment to my own well-being, my passion for fashion desig—these were all equally important, all equally vital. I needed to find a way to balance them all, to integrate them into a cohesive whole.As I pulled into my driveway, the familiar surroundings
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe morning light filtering through my curtains was weak, struggling to penetrate the gloom that had settled over my room. I woke with a start, the insistent buzzing of my phone a jarring intrusion into the fragile peace I’d finally found. The screen was flooded with notifications, a cascade of missed calls and messages that sent a shiver down my spine. Lahat ng 'yon, galing kay Calvin.My heart pounded against my ribs as I unlocked my phone, the sheer volume of alerts a harbinger of bad news. Most of the notifications were links to a single news article, the headline screaming from the screen: "Fibonacci Family Released; Accomplices Freed in Mysterious Escape". My fingers trembled as I clicked on the link, the words blurring into a chaotic jumble as I scanned the article. The details were sketchy, the information sparse. The Fibonacci family, along with their numerous accomplices, had been released from prison, their escape shrouded in mystery. No one knew how it h
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe chilling news of the Fibonacci family’s release still hung heavy in the air, a sense of dread that clung to me like a second skin. Calvin’s warning echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of the danger I was in, the revenge Niccolo was surely plotting. The fear was real, the threat imminent, the future uncertain.But amidst the fear, amidst the uncertainty, amidst the looming danger, there was a glimmer of hope, a small spark of light that pierced the darkness. A message arrived, a notification that momentarily distracted me from the chilling reality of Niccolo’s freedom.It was an invitation, an offer, an opportunity. A prestigious fashion organization, one of the biggest names in the industry, had contacted me, extending an invitation to host their upcoming fashion event. They wanted to feature my designs, to showcase my work on a global stage. The event was set for three months from now, a seemingly distant date that offered a small measure of solace, a brief r
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CALISTA'S P. O. VMatagal kong pinag usapan ang mga bagay bagay. Calvin’s warning echoes several times on my ears. His concern was genuine, his fear understandable. Niccolo was free, his family was free, and they were undoubtedly plotting their revenge. The threat was real, the danger imminent, the future uncertain.But despite Calvin’s warnings, despite the looming threat, despite the palpable fear, I decided to accept the invitation to host the fashion event. The offer was too significant to ignore, the opportunity too tempting to refuse. It was a chance to reclaim my life, to rebuild my career, to find my own happiness. It was a chance to prove to myself, to Niccolo, to the world, that I was not a victim, not a pawn, not someone to be controlled.The fear was still there, a constant, nagging presence that gnawed at my nerves. But it was overshadowed by a sense of defiance, a surge of determination, a quiet resolve to face whatever came my way. I had nothing to hide, nothing to fear
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3 MONTHS LATER… CALISTA'S P. O. VThe three months leading up to the fashion event had been a whirlwind of activity, a blur of fittings, rehearsals, and last-minute adjustments. The pressure had been immense, the stakes high, the expectations even higher. But amidst the chaos, amidst the stress, amidst the uncertainty, there had been a sense of purpose, a renewed sense of direction, a quiet determination to succeed.And succeed, I did. The event was a triumph, a resounding success that exceeded even my wildest expectations. The venue was spectacular, the atmosphere electric, the energy palpable. My designs, showcased on a global stage, were met with thunderous applause, critical acclaim, and widespread admiration. The collection was a testament to my talent, my resilience, my unwavering commitment to my craft.Jelai, true to her word, had returned to my side, her presence a constant source of support and reassurance. She managed the backstage chaos with her usual efficiency and grace
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CALISTA'S P. O. VThe city lights faded into darkness as I drove home, the familiar streets now feeling strangely alien, the comforting routine now imbued with a sense of unease. The success of the fashion event, the accolades I’d received, the sense of accomplishment I felt—it all paled in comparison to the lingering fear, the nagging apprehension that had clung to me since the release of the Fibonacci family.Calvin’s warning echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of the danger I was in, the revenge Niccolo was surely plotting. I should have had a security detail, I should have been more cautious, I should have been more prepared. But I hadn’t been. I had been too confident, too complacent, too focused on my own success. And now, I was paying the price.As I drove down a deserted stretch of road, the darkness closing in around me, a sickening thud jolted me. My car swerved violently, the tires screeching against the asphalt.Hininto ko ang sasakyan at agad akong bumaba para makita k
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