The sunlight slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the boardroom, casting sharp lines across the polished table. Spreadsheets, blueprints, and coffee cups clutter the surface, but none of it registers.
Not when Andres is leaning over the table, his crisp white shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows, pointing at a projected revenue chart. His voice is steady, all business-a/ways business-but I'm not hearing a word.
I still remember what happened last night. Kaya naman hindi ko mapigilang hindi mapangiti.
"Yes, Miss Agape? Do you want to say anything?" pagputol ni Andres sa imagination ko kaya naman napatingin sa aking ang iba.
"Sorry, " nakangiting sagot ko sa kaniya at umayos ng upo.
Nagpatuloy si Andres sa pagsasalita. Muli kong In-imagine ang katawan niya. Kahit na may damit si
