EVERYBODY STOOD UP and went away from the table. “Oh, my God! What’s that?” asked Nitz. “Call the guards,” I ordered. “Quick!” One male staff went out of the office and ran to call security personnel. We stood there, frozen to our places, staring at the box. “I don’t think that’s a bomb,” said Lor, but his voice was quivering. “What if that’s a real gift for you?” “We couldn’t be so sure, Direk,” I said. The male staff returned with someone from Security. I knew him by the name: SG Lucero. “There, Lucero,” said the male staff pointing to the wrapped gift on the table. “That’s the suspected bomb. It might have come from Miss Regine’s prank caller.” The security guard observed the box on the table and inspected it. “Sir, ma’am, please wait outside and I’ll radio our security officer,”

