It was supposed to be the chillest, laziest post-s*x coma of my week. I was wrapped in a blanket burrito, hair like a nest, skin glowing with post-Andrè joy, and absolutely, unapologetically bra-less. As in freedom levels ng mga Amazonian warriors.
So when my laptop started ringing out of nowhere—the cursed Zoom call ringtone blaring like a warning from the devil—I nearly screamed.
"PUTANGINA, BAKIT MAY ZOOM CALL?!" I shrieked, scrambling to grab the device na parang bombang sasabog.
It was from Kaye, my teammate-s***h-chismosa-on-duty-s***h-honorary Marites of the company. Hindi siya HR, pero kung gaano siya ka-observant, feeling mo may CCTV siya sa bahay mo.
I answered the call with zero dignity, nakabalot sa kumot like a traumatized lumpia. My hair was in a bun na parang naipit sa e
