“IS THERO IN HIS OFFICE?” I asked the woman who’s wearing a cyan blue working uniform in the information desk. She looked twenty-three years old with her young face.
“Uhm…” she muttered and avoided my gaze. “Wala po kasi rito si Sir Moonvelt, Ma’am,” she hesitantly replied.
“Please, I want to talk to him. Give me this time, please,” I pleaded, putting my hands together over my chest.
“Ayaw po niya talaga, Ma’am. Sinabi ko na pong may laging nagpupunta ritong babae na may pangalan n’yo, pero sabi po niya’y huwag po kayong papasukin,” she finally confessed.
I already marked my calendar when did I have a quarrel with Thero. Mabilis lumipas ang araw, linggo, at magi-isang buwan na ang nakalipas mula nang mangyari ‘yon.
I always go here in Moonvelt Beauty Corp., by chance I could
