HENNY
Habang nagpapahinga si Nero, kinapkapan ko siya. He wasn’t carrying any bag so I hoped he has his phone or at least a phone book in his pocket.
I got a calling card from his wallet packed with cards. This man… what if someone robbed him out there? Just being dense for nothing.
I called his secretary’s number on the card. Fergus Arnaiz is the name, like a Harry Potter spell or something.
“Good evening! Fergus Arnaiz speaking.”
“Hi, Fergus,” I answered and glanced at Nero on the bed. “Nero Ybañez is here with me right now.”
“M-Mr. Ybañez?! W-Wait, who am I talking to?”
“Hennessy del Junco.” Huminga ako nang malalim. “I’ll send you our location right now. You can pick him up here. He’s drunk.”
Binaba ko rin agad ang tawag at pinadalhan si Fergus ng text, kasama ang pinned locat
