Dos’s Point of View
“How was your flight, Dos?” came the Boss’s voice on the other end of the line—calm, calculated, and void of warmth, as always.
“Good. I’m finally here,” I replied flatly, watching June carefully fold our clothes and place them into the cabinet like we weren’t both running on three hours of jetlagged sleep.
She looked exhausted—her eyes heavy, her motions slow, but still graceful. Still determined to make this space feel like home.
I hadn’t told my family I am back in the Philippines yet. Honestly, I didn’t know how they’d take me suddenly showing up… let alone bringing June with me. I figured surprising them would be easier than explaining.
“That’s good to hear. Tomorrow we’ll talk again. You need to be briefed about your next assignment,” the Boss continued.
“Su
