RJ fumbled with the budget figures and realized that many of the figures were wrong. He looked for Alberto to make changes and recalculations. He never had this problem with Pad. In fact, Pad rarely left his proximity when RJ pulled office hours. Frustrated, he stepped out into the hallway and walked down, looking for Alberto. When he got close to the breakroom, he heard voices and peered into the lounge area. He saw Alberto, sitting at a table, coffee cup in his hand, kissing the general’s housekeeper. RJ cleared his throat.
“s**t,” hissed Alberto as he spilled coffee. He grabbed a napkin to soak it up, his face turned bright tomato red. “Sir, it’s not what it looks like!”
Jun, the housekeeper, hung his head, not sure what to do, but helped Alberto with a paper towel. RJ had met the gen
