Hindi dapat umupo si Kleo sa upuan ni Vincent.
Naturally, umupo siya.
Malaki, madilim, at absurdly comfortable ang swivel chair sa likod ng desk, iyong tipong bagay sa lalaking may trust issues at control issues at apparently, weird childhood keepsake issues.
She leaned back once.
Twice.
Then looked around the study like she was conducting an illegal takeover.
“Okay,” bulong niya sa sarili. “Gets ko na kung bakit ayaw mong may humahawak sa gamit mo. Ang sarap mang-angkin dito.”
She reached for the fountain pen on the desk.
Then stopped.
Then grinned.
Then kinuha pa rin.
Hindi dahil may gagawin siyang masama.
Mostly.
She spun the pen once between her fingers, then looked toward the half-open folder na iniwan ni Vincent sa gilid.
Legal stationery.
Gold seal.
Sharp, expensive
