Novels by Kyzyl Mhy

C-19: Clueless“You’re already uncomfortable with me now..."Thomas' words played on loop in my head like a broken record. I felt a bit embarrassed. I thought I had been doing well—acting unbothered, calm, and professional.But somehow, I still couldn't get used to the shift in our dynamics. I sighed. He must think I hate having him around.And… maybe I do feel a little uncomfortable. I don’t know how to act around him in the office. It’s not like I can just confront him every time he has a mood swing.He’s the CEO, for goodness’ sake! And we’re not even close to begin with. The only thread that connects us is Isagani.For the nth time, I sighed again, more audibly this time."Are you trying to be the major contributor of carbon dioxide?" Ice's voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality."Huh?" I blinked, straightening my posture and meeting her gaze. "I… I was just thinking about something."I took a sip from my chocolate milkshake. Today was a weekend. I had planned

C-17: Uncomfortable The following days were swallowed whole by meetings.Between back-to-back reports, slide revisions, and urgent emails, we were constantly summoned to meet with Thomas to update him on the merger celebration plans. While Minnie usually handled the talking, I had somehow been roped into more of the prep work behind the scenes—proofreading presentations, organizing schedules, coordinating with suppliers.It was... a lot.“Can I have a double shot espresso?” I asked the barista with a strained smile. My voice carried a bit of desperation. Caffeine had become my unofficial coping mechanism—sharp, bitter, reliable.The coffee was scalding, but I clutched the cup like a lifeline as I made my way toward the elevator. My steps were heavy, and I still had a full day ahead. I fumbled for my ID card when I felt my phone buzz inside the pocket of my slacks.From: MinnieI don’t think I can go to work today. I’m feeling a bit under the weather. Please cover for me. I promise t

C-16: The Guest ListThe moment we returned to our desks, Minnie was practically vibrating with excitement. Without wasting a second, she pulled out a rough draft of the event layout and began typing with furious energy, her face lit with creative focus.“Which one do you think is better?” she asked, sliding her tablet toward me. Two catering options were pulled up on the screen.The first was an unlimited buffet. The second, a more elegant setup where meals would be plated and served course by course.“Hmm...” I leaned in. “The buffet sounds like a safe crowd-pleaser, but if we want something more polished and avoid people standing around waiting, the plated service makes sense.”Minnie gasped and clapped. “That’s exactly what I was thinking! Ugh, we’re so in sync.”“If I may,” Paolo suddenly scooted his chair closer, resting his elbows on the desk like he was about to deliver a TED Talk. “Why not both? We could serve the plated entrees during dinner, but also have a small buffet o

C-15: Should I have not asked? The next morning felt like a punishment. My alarm went off at 7:00 AM, but somehow I blinked, and it was already half past eight. I was nearly late for work. I didn’t bother with breakfast—there wasn’t time. I figured I’d just eat enough for two during lunch to make up for it. With my bag slung over one shoulder and my shoes barely fastened, I rushed through the city streets, half-running to the building. My lungs were burning by the time I got to the elevator. As I squeezed myself into the packed car, my phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. I fumbled to fish it out from the bottom of my tote. Minnie: Girl, the meeting’s about to start. Minnie: You forgot, didn’t you? Minnie: RUN. “Oh, no…” I whispered under my breath. By the time I got to our floor, my heart was thumping wildly. The hallway was quiet—too quiet. Everyone must’ve already gone inside. I peeked through the crack of the conference room doors. Lights dimmed. Presentation already up. A se

C-14: The CEO is... No response. I knocked again, this time more firmly. Still nothing. I glanced down at the envelope in my hand, wondering what to do with it. The last thing I wanted was to overstep, but there was no secretary around, no note, no indication of when someone would be back. I could just leave it on the desk outside, but for some reason… something didn’t sit right. Sighing, I looked over my shoulder one more time, hesitated, then slowly pushed the door open. It wasn’t locked. I peeked in. Empty. Tentatively, I stepped inside. The office was… stunning. Minimalistic but vast. The kind of power that didn’t need to announce itself. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the far wall, showcasing the skyline like a living painting. The late afternoon sun filtered through, painting soft shadows against the hardwood floor. Every piece of furniture looked like it belonged in a curated catalog—sleek, clean, expensive. Then my eyes landed on the desk. Impeccably tidy.

C-13: Errand Girl A week later, I was back in the office. It had only been a few weeks since my last day here, but slipping into my usual corporate attire felt oddly foreign—like I was wearing someone else’s skin. Other than that, everything was the same. The lobby still reeked of burnt coffee and lemon-scented disinfectant. The elevators were just as crammed, filled with employees hurrying between departments, clutching folders or talking rapidly into headsets. Beyond the glass doors, familiar faces sat hunched over their desks, eyes glued to their monitors, racing against deadlines. I had barely logged in and checked my emails when a message flashed on my screen—HR was calling me in. My stomach dropped. I tried not to panic, but each step toward the HR department felt like a slow march toward judgment. Was I being laid off for taking too much time off? Had something gone wrong while I was gone? I wiped my clammy palms against my skirt before finally reaching Reena’s office.