Pressure
By the time we got home, the sun had already dipped low, painting the sky with streaks of pink and gold. I slipped off my heels the moment we stepped inside, sighing in relief as my toes touched the cool floor.
"First thing I'm buying tomorrow," Ellison said, following behind me while loosening his tie, "is a shoe rack for the entryway. Para hindi na parang battlefield ang living room kapag nagkalat ka ng heels mo."
Napalingon ako, amused. "Are you complaining already, Engineer?"
He chuckled, tossing his tie on the couch before heading to the kitchen. "Not complaining. Just... strategizing."
I raised a brow and followed him. "Strategizing?"
He opened the fridge, pulling out vegetables and a pack of chicken. "You handle cosmetics. I handle blueprints and kitchens. Division of
