Sophia had faced many difficult things in life.Public speaking.Corporate sharks.Traffic on EDSA.The time she accidentally hugged the wrong man at a gala.
But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the agony of walking down the hallway toward Christoph Richter’s suite to apologize.
She dragged her feet like she was being marched to execution. Every step echoed with judgment. Every breath felt like a countdown to humiliation. She clutched her phone in her hand like a hostage, glaring at the carpet as if it personally betrayed her.
Behind her, Dominic trailed with exaggerated pity. “You know, if we run fast enough, we can still escape to Manila,” he whispered.
Sophia did not look at him. “Alex will track me down.”
“True. He has the energy of a man who has never lost an argument.”
“He
