FIFTEENO
ne week later
At three p.m. on a Wednesday, the newly opened wine bar in the heart of Makati was relatively quiet, with only a handful of patrons occupying the rustic wood and wrought iron tables. Because Pio skipped lunch for an audition nearby, he went ahead and ordered some tapas and a bottle of Merlot while waiting for Cleo. His handler had called him last night and told him to meet her here because she had good news.
His phone buzzed when a text from Audrey came in.
AUDREY: Was in a meeting when you called.
So? Is it the contract you’ve been waiting for?
PIO: I don’t know yet. But I hope so!
AUDREY: I need my hands to edit something right now, so I’ll just cross my toes for you.
PIO: That’s more than enough.
AUDREY: If it doesn’t turn out well, we can always do some
