(Celine’s POV)
The Makati skyline was buzzing with its usual Monday madness—honking cars, rushing people, and me clutching my iced coffee like a lifeline. Pagpasok ko sa lobby ng kumpanya, ramdam ko agad ang post-weekend whiplash. Ang brain ko: Act normal, Celine. Forget the pizza, the donuts, the blanket tug-of-war.
But my heart? Totally ignoring that memo.
Sa elevator, I adjusted my blazer, checking my reflection sa shiny panel. “Okay, Celine,” bulong ko sa sarili ko, “no blushing, no flashbacks.”
Pagbukas ng elevator doors, bam! Chaos. May paparating na VIP client—isang sikat na architect na strict daw—at nagmamadali ang lahat. HR was arranging folders and refreshments.
Habang nag-aayos ako ng sample boards, isang folder slipped from the assistant’s hands.
Reflex mode: I lunged
