“Let's meet @6:00 pm, at the restaurant nearby BGC.” I texted the son of my parents' secretary. After ko dito sa trabaho plano kong makausap siya ng masinsinan.
Actually, nung nakausap ko siya nakaraang araw, parang pamilyar yung boses niya. The memory of an unknown conversation playing in my mind.
There was something about his voice that seemed familiar, a certain warmth and cadence that reminded me of someone I knew. But who?
I checked all the documents, arranged all the papers. From contracts to blueprints, dapat kasi each document was carefully reviewed and organized.
This was one of the crucial parts of my job as an architect, ensuring that every detail was in order and that nothing was overlooked.
I maneuvered my laptop, searching for the files that were needed for tomorrow's proposal, but suddenly my laptop hang.
Shit. Ngayon pa talaga nagloloko ang laptop ko? A wave of panic washed over me.
The screen froze and no matter how much I clicked or pressed keys, nothing responded.
