I am not a secretary for no reason. I have my own connections too.
Ilang oras na akong nakaupo sa isang lumang internet café sa may San Bartolome district—malayo sa sentro, sa likod ng mga eskinita na tila iniwan na ng panahon. Sa likod ko, ang mga lumang CPU units na may sticker ng mga anime characters, mga lalaking nagsisigawan sa Valorant, at amoy ng instant noodles. But here, I wasn’t a secretary. I was on a mission.
“Hacker Friend,” as I fondly called him, wasn’t really a friend—he was an ex I met in college who once got suspended for hacking the school’s system para ma-late submission ang grades niya. We had one short date over a siomai cart, and then I ghosted him. So I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea.
Pero desperate times call for desperate exes.
“Still cute, I see,” he smi
