“I’M SO SORRY THIS HAD TO HAPPEN on your opening day, Miss Paz,” Tere, the day operations manager, looked genuinely sorry as she spoke. “I’d already asked someone to fix the regulator for 1M before you came in, but...”
“Who was it?”
Paz cast a sideways glance at the man she’d called Mr. ConMan in her head. He wore an ID lanyard around his neck now, and the name she spied on his card was Coby.
Coby (Maintenance), to be exact.
His face looked stern now, devoid of whatever friendly vibe he had earlier. It was rather regretful Paz hadn’t trusted this man, but who could really blame her when she had a shitty track record with trusting men?
Tere flipped through a logbook. “Si Kulas. He signed off on this accomplishment form, so I thought okay na.”
“Kulas naman, parati na lang ganyan,” Coby
