By the first hour of the meeting, Astrid Yu has killed Jerome Young twenty-three times.
In her head, of course. Kind of hard to commit a real murder when your showbiz ex-boyfriend literally has a lawyer by his side. Hell, Jerome was the reason Astrid was in a difficult position in the first place. Seated across each other with only a long table separating them and their representatives, Astrid would argue that they were in one of those reality TV shows that feature a couple that’s about to divorce.
Astrid was even dressed for the part. She wore an all-black dress under a dark gray blazer —with the shoulder pads! She opted not to wear pearl accessories like the wives in the movies because she wanted to at least look humble when she rips Jerome into shreds.
Only there were no cameras, no film crew, no directors yelling “Action!” across the room to signal the start of the scene.
Just Jerome and his lawyer, and Astrid and her mother, in the middle of a legal meeting discussing a Non-Disclosure Agreement that apparently came with their break up. But oh, what Astrid would do to wipe that smug look off of his face. He might try to look guilty with the whole situation, but Astrid knows Jerome like the back of her hand. And that is Jerome couldn't care less.
“Are you sure you don’t need a lawyer?” Mr. Atienza, Jerome’s lawyer, asks Astrid. His eyebrows knit together in concern—with maybe a hint of confusion as to why Astrid brought her mother instead of a professional.
“Because a lawyer could help explain the terms and conditions to you. At least, on how this Non-Disclosure Agreement could be favorable to your party.” He continues carefully, steadily keeping his gaze on Vivien Yu, Astrid’s mother.
“I guess I can call Mr. Bautista,” Astrid suggests, her voice trailing off, “but I don’t think —”
“Listen, you’re a lawyer, aren’t you?” Vivien snaps, quickly interrupting Astrid, “Can’t you do the same thing?”
If Astrid tried to dress the part of a humble business wife, Vivien went all out. She wore a fitting emerald green dress, adorned with gold and emeralds on her to match. It’s no surprise that Mr. Atienza looked intimidated in her presence.
“There might be a conflict of interest, but—” Mr. Atienza stammered only to be interrupted in the same manner.
“No offense, Nolan—your name is Nolan, yes?” Vivien asked as she adjusted her reading glasses to read the fine print.
“Yes, but it would be in our best interests if we stay on a last name basis.” Mr. Atienza replied in futile attempt to appear dignified, “For formality’s sake.”
“Right. So, Nolan, you’ve done a great job explaining to us what we can and can’t do should we sign this NDA. We can’t reveal the true nature of the break up, we can’t release any statements that would put Jerome in a bad light, and so on and so forth.”
“And you can only speak about Jerome in good nature.” He quickly added.
“Yes, of course.” Vivien waves him off dismissively as she flips through the pages of the contract. “But, as far as I know, you don’t have enough against us to make us sign these papers. In fact, you don’t have anything at all! So, from what I understand...” Vivien paused to take off her reading glasses and meet Mr. Atienza’s gaze. The lawyer visibly shrinks in his seat, but in a desperate attempt to keep the upper hand, he maintains eye contact. Foolish decision, really.
Vivien gives them a pitying look, “You’re the one who’s screwed.”
That wiped the smug look off of Jerome’s face. Astrid had to bite the side of her cheek to physically stop the smile from forming on her face. She’s only seen Jerome lose composure twice. The first time was when she caught him sleeping with his co-star, Audrey de la Torre, in the bedroom of his condo unit. The second time was now.
A tense silence falls in the room as the information sets in for everyone.
“So, tell me, Nolan,” Vivien finally starts, breaking the silence, “What’s in it for us?”
Mr. Atienza visibly fumbles with the papers in his seat, scrambling to find a reason to make us sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement. Jerome then puts hand on Mr. Atienza’s shoulder, a small gesture that caught Astrid’s attention.
“Just tell them.” Jerome says, his voice low. He puts his hand back on the table and leans back on his chair, trying (and failing) to look sympathetic.
“Right, uhm.” Mr. Atienza meets Vivien’s gaze once more—which annoys Astrid to no end. Because even though she was the subject of the meeting, it was like she wasn’t even there.
“Should you refuse to sign these papers,” Mr. Atienza starts slowly, “The studio’s executives might do everything in their power to end Miss Yu’s career.”
“You know how it goes. Fake news, smear campaigns, black propaganda... the usual.” Jerome adds as he leans over, eyes set on Astrid. “Something Tita Vivien is familiar with, I’m sure.”
In her head, Astrid just shot Jerome in the chest, killing him for the twenty-fourth time.
Astrid scowls deeply, glaring at Jerome who only returns her gaze with a seemingly sweet smile. She looks up to see her mother’s reaction, hoping that Vivien would tear him a new one, only to find her reading through the pages of the NDA with undivided attention.
“They... They would really like to see Sir Young’s movie succeed. And this, for the lack of better term, scandal would not only hurt his career, but also cost the studio a lot of money.” Mr. Atienza explained, finally finding courage in Vivien’s sudden silence.
“And if they find out that its failure is due to Miss Yu... well, they only want to tie up loose ends.”
And that’s when it struck Astrid.
All those years spent together in a loveless love team, forced to form a chemistry with a man she found more arrogant than loving, was all for naught. Because that’s all she was to him now. A ball and chain to his potential. A loose end.
Shame washes over Astrid like a large wave. Despite their best attempts to get the upper hand, she realizes then that they never stood a chance. Not with the studio’s executives playing a direct part in this stupid contract. Many things went through her head all at once. But if there was one thing that stood out, it’s that Astrid has gotten too far for things to end like this.
“I’ll sign the papers.” Astrid’s words cut through the air like a knife. It was like a breath of relief, releasing those words from her lips. However, she immediately regrets it when all eyes turn to her, Especially Vivien’s. But like Vivien always taught her, she has to finish what she started.
“I’ll sign the papers,” She repeated, “on one condition.”
The room is quiet once more, anxiously waiting for her next words. The same exact thing Astrid is struggling to form in her head.
“Well, let’s hear it.” Jerome says after a while, a tinge of impatience laced in his encouraging tone.
“Jerome doesn’t get to talk about me.” She finally says, “No statements, no interviews, nothing.” It’ll be like I never existed. She adds in her head. A thought she wisely omitted, judging by how Vivien was glaring at her now.
“Are you sure about this, honey?” Vivien asks her, making Astrid cringe at the choice of endearment. It was something Vivien only ever used when Astrid was in deep trouble.
“Well, that would save me a lot of trouble.” Jerome says thoughtfully, as if considering it. A grin then spreads across his face as he stretches a hand out at Astrid, “It’s a deal then.”
Astrid suppresses a face but hesitantly takes Jerome’s hand into hers nonetheless. Jerome gives it a firm shake before pulling away. Mr. Atienza gestures Astrid to the paper, giving her a sign pen to use.
“I want you to think about this, Astrid. Really think about what you’re about to get yourself into.” Vivien says, her voice sweet but dripping with warning.
Astrid breathes in and quickly signs her signature without another thought. She drops the pen on the table as breathes out a sigh and examines her shaky hands. She looked up at her mother for comfort, but even the look on her face was unreadable.
“I mean, all I asked for was to be served on a silver platter.” Jerome states with a chuckle, “Who would’ve thought she’d give it to me in gold?”
Astrid keeps her gaze on the paper, a scowl forming on her face as she stares at the Non-Disclosure Agreement. How is it that despite everything, Astrid feels like she is still lost?
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“I told you—no, I showed you that I had everything under control. But what did you do? Not only did you sign the papers, you made a stupid condition too!” Vivien exclaims in frustration as she pushes the door to their condo unit open.
“Ma, he was already insulting you!” Astrid tried to explain as she followed her into the room. “I didn’t think—”
“Yes, exactly! You weren’t thinking! You got all worked up over a goddamn ant bite and now look where that got us,” Vivien said as she threw her designer bag on the couch. Astrid opens her mouth, only for nothing to come out. She stands by the doorway, unable to articulate the guilt that formed in her gut.
“I thought I was doing the right thing.” She mutters quietly.
“The right thing?” Vivien exclaimed in exasperation, “Astrid, what the hell have I been telling you since day one?”
“I don’t understand how that would still apply—”
“Any publicity is good publicity.” Vivien quotes as she takes her seat on the couch. She heaves a deep sigh and continues. “How are we supposed to profit from this break up if you’re not willing to get blood on your hands?”
“Profit?” Astrid repeats in mortification, “Ma, the last thing on my mind is to make money out of this!”
“Well, it should’ve been the first! What are you going to do now, cry about it?” Vivien asks as she glares at her daughter. “Astrid, your tears alone could make us ten thousand pesos in a day and you’re going to waste it on some guy?”
“I wasn’t even planning to cry about it!” Astrid cries in vain.
Vivien scoffs, “Sure. Like how you didn’t cry when you left that boy from Cebu.”
Astrid stares at her mother, dumbfounded. And just like any other argument they had, Vivien wins with a low blow, and Astrid retreats to her room in tears. Only she gets better and better at hiding her tears with each fight. Vivien sighs, burying her head into the palm of her hand as if nursing a headache.
“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. Can we just talk about this in the morning? When it’s not as fresh and I have my head straight.” She says. And just like that, the fight was over. Astrid watches her mother get up from her seat and walk over to her with an apologetic look on her face.
“Forgive me?” Vivien asks. Astrid nods numbly as Vivien envelops her into an embrace.
“I’m sorry, anak. That won’t happen again.” But it will. Because this wasn’t the first time, and therefore, it won’t be the last. However, that’s not what strikes Astrid odd at this moment.
It’s the fact that despite such a comforting hug, Astrid never felt so violated until then.
Translations: Anak (Filipino) - My Child (English)
Everyone has those days when everything just feels wrong.To Astrid, those days had become weeks and eventually, months. Since her break up with Jerome became public, it was like she had become completely irrelevant in the industry. Despite her best attempts in landing roles, going from one audition venue to another day after day, it just seemed like there was always someone better.This time, Astrid was sitting in a hallway, auditioning for an unknown production’s indie film. Or was it a student film? Either way, she needed to make bank somehow.So, there she was, sitting in a hallway along with three other hopefuls who took their own corners as they practiced their lines relentlessly—except for one. One girl stared at her with a scrutinizing gaze, making Astrid squirm slightly in her seat. If there’s one thing that she hated from her short-lived fame, it was the staring.Astrid tried to focus her attention on her screenplay, but she couldn’t help but steal a glance at the girl—only
“That bitch said what now?” Dreia Rodriguez asked as she gingerly poked the disinfectant on the small cut on Astrid’s cheekbone. Astrid hissed in protest as soon as the wet cotton touched the wound. They were sitting on the white leather couch in the living room of Astrid’s condo unit with a medical kit sprawled across the coffee table in front of them. Dreia, on the other hand, was trying to to treat the cuts on Astrid’s face. “It’s really one thing to hold my actions against me,” Astrid started as Dreia stuck an invisible patch on her cut, “but to compare me to my mom—" “Oh, yeah. I’d probably be charged with murder if anyone tried to compare me to my dad.” Dreia said as she used a pair of tweezers to pick up another cotton ball and dunk it in the bottle of disinfectant. “Right? Like, my mom did everything to provide for me. She sacrificed her entire career just to have me. It would be an insult to compare me to her.” Astrid continued. Dreia paused and gave her a blank look. “No
“Mom?” Astrid gave Dreia an apologetic smile behind the glass door of her balcony as she picked up her mother’s call. A small part of her was relieved that Vivien called, unknowingly whisking her away from the reality Astrid left behind in Cebu–that inevitably went on without her. “Hey, honey. Are you outside?” “Yeah, I’m on the balcony.” Astrid said with a shaky breath as she leaned against the terrace. “Have you been crying?” “No–” “I take it the audition didn’t go well then.” Astrid paused, momentarily surprised with how off her mother was. Still, she appreciated the ignorance. Lola Elisa’s passing was not something she could process just yet. “No…” Astrid finally replied, her voice trailing off. How many years has it been since Lola Elisa passed? How was Lee coping with all of this? Why didn’t anyone tell her? The thought of the body of the lanky teenager she loved crying over an open casket broke her heart, but what was worse was that she wasn’t there to cry with him. St
If Astrid was truly honest with herself, she was terrified of the idea of being alone. She is truly crippled by the very thought – hell, the entire concept of being rejected and left behind if she was not next to perfect. Astrid constantly felt as though she needed to go more than just above and beyond so she could exceed expectations. Just so people would continue to love her, to stay by her side. Can you blame her? She was the product of a failed relationship and the reason behind her mother’s career being flushed right down the drain. The 90s was anything but forgiving to single mothers who decided to keep their baby out of wedlock. And right now, Astrid felt as though she had been abandoned. She felt as though she was facing the scrutiny of the world completely and utterly alone. She had destroyed the family she created in Cebu in her pursuit for success. She has disappointed her mother when she failed. And now, what is there left for her? Astrid didn’t know. She didn’t know
“I’m going on a social media cleanse,” was the last text Astrid sent Dreia before she fell off the face of the Earth.That was two weeks ago.In those two weeks, Astrid had completely uprooted her life in Manila and moved back to Cebu. She didn’t contact anyone when she arrived—not her friends, family, or followers. It was like she disappeared altogether. Hell, she wanted to disappear altogether.But she didn’t.Couldn’t.In that time, Astrid simply gave herself time to breathe.She refused to step out of her childhood home, opting for food delivery apps to feed herself and just locking herself up in her room with her blackout curtains closed.Astrid did everything she could to cope. She did so by watching all of the dramas Netflix, Prime Video, and even Disney+ had to offer. It was cathartic living someone else’s life, crying someone else’s tears, and pretending that one day, she’ll also have her happily ever after.She was about to go on her third week of complete radio silence, whe
Astrid sat cross-legged on the floor with an array of paper and Post-It notes scattered around her. A marker in hand, she was determined to think of a new content idea that would top her last one. Or at least, officially launch her social media debut. Not like that mess of a make-up tutorial, she thought to herself. Still, Astrid didn’t understand why that worked so well. Was it because she looked pathetic, drunk on camera post-breakup? Or was it because the whole video was a scoop waiting to happen? Astrid recalled how her mother’s phone rang at least six to ten times a day for week from reporters requesting an interview–or at the very least, a statement. “My daughter is preparing something amazing for her fans. I hope everyone looks forward to it,” was all her mother would say every time. Still… Astrid stared at the view count of over two million on her phone. The bar is set a bit too high now, isn’t it? Astrid jumped when her phone suddenly started ringing loudly with the dev
The scene starts in a meeting room with a long table at the center.Astrid Yu sits on one side while her showbiz ex-boyfriend, Jerome Young, sits on the other. Astrid's mother, Vivien Yu, discusses with Jerome's lawyer the terms and conditions entailed in the Non-Disclosure Agreement. A result of the love team's break up.Jerome’s lawyer talks about how this scandal would hurt not only the boy's career, but the studio as well. The executives only want to tie up loose ends before they start marketing Jerome's movie. However, Astrid is despondent to the situation. She doesn't speak or even look at anyone. Instead, she plays the scene of Jerome's betrayal in her head over and over.Before they could successfully wrap up the meeting, Astrid finally speaks. She agrees to sign the agreement, but in return, Jerome never gets to speak about her. Not in interviews, not in Facebook posts, nothing. It will be like she never existed.Vivien is visibly startled but quickly composes herself. She a
Astrid sat cross-legged on the floor with an array of paper and Post-It notes scattered around her. A marker in hand, she was determined to think of a new content idea that would top her last one. Or at least, officially launch her social media debut. Not like that mess of a make-up tutorial, she thought to herself. Still, Astrid didn’t understand why that worked so well. Was it because she looked pathetic, drunk on camera post-breakup? Or was it because the whole video was a scoop waiting to happen? Astrid recalled how her mother’s phone rang at least six to ten times a day for week from reporters requesting an interview–or at the very least, a statement. “My daughter is preparing something amazing for her fans. I hope everyone looks forward to it,” was all her mother would say every time. Still… Astrid stared at the view count of over two million on her phone. The bar is set a bit too high now, isn’t it? Astrid jumped when her phone suddenly started ringing loudly with the dev
“I’m going on a social media cleanse,” was the last text Astrid sent Dreia before she fell off the face of the Earth.That was two weeks ago.In those two weeks, Astrid had completely uprooted her life in Manila and moved back to Cebu. She didn’t contact anyone when she arrived—not her friends, family, or followers. It was like she disappeared altogether. Hell, she wanted to disappear altogether.But she didn’t.Couldn’t.In that time, Astrid simply gave herself time to breathe.She refused to step out of her childhood home, opting for food delivery apps to feed herself and just locking herself up in her room with her blackout curtains closed.Astrid did everything she could to cope. She did so by watching all of the dramas Netflix, Prime Video, and even Disney+ had to offer. It was cathartic living someone else’s life, crying someone else’s tears, and pretending that one day, she’ll also have her happily ever after.She was about to go on her third week of complete radio silence, whe
If Astrid was truly honest with herself, she was terrified of the idea of being alone. She is truly crippled by the very thought – hell, the entire concept of being rejected and left behind if she was not next to perfect. Astrid constantly felt as though she needed to go more than just above and beyond so she could exceed expectations. Just so people would continue to love her, to stay by her side. Can you blame her? She was the product of a failed relationship and the reason behind her mother’s career being flushed right down the drain. The 90s was anything but forgiving to single mothers who decided to keep their baby out of wedlock. And right now, Astrid felt as though she had been abandoned. She felt as though she was facing the scrutiny of the world completely and utterly alone. She had destroyed the family she created in Cebu in her pursuit for success. She has disappointed her mother when she failed. And now, what is there left for her? Astrid didn’t know. She didn’t know
“Mom?” Astrid gave Dreia an apologetic smile behind the glass door of her balcony as she picked up her mother’s call. A small part of her was relieved that Vivien called, unknowingly whisking her away from the reality Astrid left behind in Cebu–that inevitably went on without her. “Hey, honey. Are you outside?” “Yeah, I’m on the balcony.” Astrid said with a shaky breath as she leaned against the terrace. “Have you been crying?” “No–” “I take it the audition didn’t go well then.” Astrid paused, momentarily surprised with how off her mother was. Still, she appreciated the ignorance. Lola Elisa’s passing was not something she could process just yet. “No…” Astrid finally replied, her voice trailing off. How many years has it been since Lola Elisa passed? How was Lee coping with all of this? Why didn’t anyone tell her? The thought of the body of the lanky teenager she loved crying over an open casket broke her heart, but what was worse was that she wasn’t there to cry with him. St
“That bitch said what now?” Dreia Rodriguez asked as she gingerly poked the disinfectant on the small cut on Astrid’s cheekbone. Astrid hissed in protest as soon as the wet cotton touched the wound. They were sitting on the white leather couch in the living room of Astrid’s condo unit with a medical kit sprawled across the coffee table in front of them. Dreia, on the other hand, was trying to to treat the cuts on Astrid’s face. “It’s really one thing to hold my actions against me,” Astrid started as Dreia stuck an invisible patch on her cut, “but to compare me to my mom—" “Oh, yeah. I’d probably be charged with murder if anyone tried to compare me to my dad.” Dreia said as she used a pair of tweezers to pick up another cotton ball and dunk it in the bottle of disinfectant. “Right? Like, my mom did everything to provide for me. She sacrificed her entire career just to have me. It would be an insult to compare me to her.” Astrid continued. Dreia paused and gave her a blank look. “No
Everyone has those days when everything just feels wrong.To Astrid, those days had become weeks and eventually, months. Since her break up with Jerome became public, it was like she had become completely irrelevant in the industry. Despite her best attempts in landing roles, going from one audition venue to another day after day, it just seemed like there was always someone better.This time, Astrid was sitting in a hallway, auditioning for an unknown production’s indie film. Or was it a student film? Either way, she needed to make bank somehow.So, there she was, sitting in a hallway along with three other hopefuls who took their own corners as they practiced their lines relentlessly—except for one. One girl stared at her with a scrutinizing gaze, making Astrid squirm slightly in her seat. If there’s one thing that she hated from her short-lived fame, it was the staring.Astrid tried to focus her attention on her screenplay, but she couldn’t help but steal a glance at the girl—only
By the first hour of the meeting, Astrid Yu has killed Jerome Young twenty-three times. In her head, of course. Kind of hard to commit a real murder when your showbiz ex-boyfriend literally has a lawyer by his side. Hell, Jerome was the reason Astrid was in a difficult position in the first place. Seated across each other with only a long table separating them and their representatives, Astrid would argue that they were in one of those reality TV shows that feature a couple that’s about to divorce. Astrid was even dressed for the part. She wore an all-black dress under a dark gray blazer —with the shoulder pads! She opted not to wear pearl accessories like the wives in the movies because she wanted to at least look humble when she rips Jerome into shreds. Only there were no cameras, no film crew, no directors yelling “Action!” across the room to signal the start of the scene. Just Jerome and his lawyer, and Astrid and her mother, in the middle of a legal meeting discussing a Non-Di
The scene starts in a meeting room with a long table at the center.Astrid Yu sits on one side while her showbiz ex-boyfriend, Jerome Young, sits on the other. Astrid's mother, Vivien Yu, discusses with Jerome's lawyer the terms and conditions entailed in the Non-Disclosure Agreement. A result of the love team's break up.Jerome’s lawyer talks about how this scandal would hurt not only the boy's career, but the studio as well. The executives only want to tie up loose ends before they start marketing Jerome's movie. However, Astrid is despondent to the situation. She doesn't speak or even look at anyone. Instead, she plays the scene of Jerome's betrayal in her head over and over.Before they could successfully wrap up the meeting, Astrid finally speaks. She agrees to sign the agreement, but in return, Jerome never gets to speak about her. Not in interviews, not in Facebook posts, nothing. It will be like she never existed.Vivien is visibly startled but quickly composes herself. She a