Halos wala akong maalala kung gaano kabilis lumipas ang oras at kung paano ko naubos ang kinakain nang hindi nabubulunan.
Palaging nasa akin ang buong atensyon ni Iñaki. With his lips touching the edge of the flute, his eyes never left me. It was uncomfortable. Lalo na sa klase ng kanyang tingin.
“It took you a while before you finally landed on the position you’re holding now. What preparations did you make—“
“Two questions per meeting,” putol niya sa akin saka ipinatong ang flute sa coffee table. “And that starts on my first call.”
Napakunot-noo ako, naguguluhan. “What do you mean?”
Bumigat ang titig niya sa akin. Why was he doing this? Mukhang gustong-gusto niya ang reaksyon ko kapag ginagawa niya ito.
“You only get to fire two questions per meeting. No follow-ups.”
Napanganga ak
