Walang wifi sa apartment. Nahihilo din ako sa amoy ng pintura—parang inispray-an ako ng Boysen sa utak. So ayun, I camped in a coffee shop overnight like a caffeine-guzzling law zombie reading related cases. Anything that could help me survive this civil case na ayoko naman talaga from the start. And as if things couldn’t get worse, ang partner ko pa? Si André. Kasi nga naman, bakit hindi, ‘di ba? Perfect recipe for emotional implosion.
It was technically my fault. I passed the draft Brent wrote and everyone suddenly assumed I was the next legal prodigy. Akala nila, ang galing ko, tipong mentor-material. Wala bang background check dito? Hello, I survive on tsismis and espresso.
By the time I got to the office, hilo pa rin ako. Halos wala pang tao. Parang ako ‘yung janitor na naunang puma
