Stacey Suarez
I WAS HEADING inside Camino’s building when I noticed many reporters waiting on the entrance. Hindi ko pinatay ang engine ng sasakyan at napahilot ng sentido. Napalunok ako at mabilis na tinignan ang oras sa cellphone ko. I’m late for our meeting.
I was about to put my phone on the seat when it vibrated and Eric’s name appeared on the screen. Mabilis kong sinagot ang tawag niya.
“Where are you? May kasama ka ba?”
“I’m in my car—“
“Ericka said that there are bunch of reporters outside the building. Huwag ka munang dumiretso riyan.”
Napanguso ako at humilig sa inuupuan ko.
“May bago na naman akong isyu?” I asked casually na tila ba normal na lang yun sa akin. Hindi na ako magugulat kung isang araw ay magising ako na may iba na namang ibabato sa akin.
“It’s not a
