With a white cap and a face mask to hopefully hide my identity, I hurriedly jump down the taxi as soon as it pulls up near the Empire Elite Tower – where Bianca asked me to meet her. In the outskirt of the busy BGC avenues is a subdivision where arrays of residential houses are vying in sizes. Though the structures are not as expensive looking as what Mr. Ruiz’s has, they are still big for a middle income family to afford. I assume that the Montenegros bought one of the houses and gifted it to the Pareñas for their long years of service. When I reach the seventh house in the second street which has a bright orange finished that stands out against the pale colored ones in the middle of the night, my moist fingers press its doorbell. Its shrilling sound reverberates inside. I wait for a coup
