Baguio's wind swept through the grand pavilion where the event was being held, but the air wasn't just cold—there was tension underneath the luxury. I could feel it.
The third day of the one-week event was all about real estate partnerships and property innovation. Investors from across Luzon crowded the venue, eyeing each other with practiced smiles. And there, across the marble floor and beneath the chandelier, stood Clark Chavez—smiling, charming, networking like his world wasn't slowly cracking.
Pero alam ko na. May nangyayari.
Mr. Forteros had been calm. Too calm. Like a general watching a war play out exactly as he predicted.
While I busied myself with the event logistics, helping with files, presentations, and coffee, I noticed something strange: an entire folder marked "Proposa
