"Where is Atty. Cantavieja?" I asked, looking around the conference room. Pero kaming dalawa lang ang tao doon. I returned my attention to the man in front of me, squinting as if that would make more sense of the situation.
Naka-polo siya. Neatly tucked in. May salamin pa sa mata. Mukhang hindi na siya 'yung bar-crawling wild animal na kilala ko dati.
Wait lang. Siya ba 'yung makaka-partner ko?
This is not happening.
The last time I saw him, he practically lived in a bar with Vito and Nikolai! And now… now he was standing here looking like a reformed seminarista na biglang naging abogado?
“I am Atty. Cantavieja,” he said coolly.
“What? How?!” My brain short-circuited.
“Are you saying I’m not smart enough to be a lawyer?” he said, smug as hell.
Nanlaki ang mga mata ko. “I didn’t say
