A Secretary Affair

Naglalakad ako nang mabilis sa kalsada, hawak nang mahigpit ang aking mga papeles. Ilang linggo na akong walang trabaho, at ito na ang huling pagkakataon ngayong linggo na may bukas na posisyon—hindi ko ito palalampasin. Pero sa gitna ng aking pagmamadali, may biglang bumangga sa akin nang malakas.Bang!Napaatras ako at agad na pinagpag ang aking damit. “Ang blazer ko! Ang mahal nito tapos madudumihan lang?” bulong ko sa sarili habang nakikita ang mantsa ng putik na kumalat sa kanang bahagi nito. “May putik pa talaga! Kainis naman!”Tumingala ako nang diretso sa lalaking nakabangga ko, pinilit ang ngiti kahit kumukulo na ang dugo ko. Syempre, hindi pwedeng masira ang magandang simula ng araw ko dahil lang sa isang bugok na lalaki.“Hi, Mr. Bullshit Man! Alam mo ba ang ginawa mo?” sambit ko nang may diin pero nananatiling magalang sa tono.Tumingin lang siya sa akin nang walang emosyon, tila walang nangyari. “Do I know you, miss?”Pinapatawa niya ba ako o sadyang manhid lang siya? Bag

⚠️🔞 WARNING: This story contains mature and explicit themes suitable only for ages 18 and above. If you are a minor, please stop reading here. Grammatical inconsistencies and conversational style are retained as intended.Habang nag-iisip ng isasagot sa interview ay naghihikahos akong pumunta sa may elevator—buti naman at hindi pa sumasara ang pintuan nito. Mabilis akong pumasok, at gulat na gulat ako nang may biglang magsalita mula sa likuran.“What floor you are, miss?”“13th floor po,” sagot ko nang bahagyang nanginginig ang boses.“Oh, ikaw pala iyan, Ms. Sheara. Sabay na tayo—doon ang opisina ko, ang aking bagong sekretarya.”Ang tono ng pananalita niya… napakababa, paos, at parang humahaplos sa pandinig. Grabe, ang lakas ng dating niya, bulong ko sa isip ko. Bigla siyang lumapit at bumulong nang malapit sa aking tainga, dahilan para manindig ang balahibo ko mula ulo hanggang paa.“I checked your resume. You lost both your parents in an accident, right?”Natigilan ako at parang

The air crackled with nervous energy long after the women stormed out. Clint leaned back in his leather chair, a dry, wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Well… that was certainly something,” he said, his voice a low, steady rumble.Sheara couldn’t hold back a laugh, though her cheeks burned. “I’ve never seen an argument like that in my life. Half the time I wasn’t sure what they were even fighting over.”Clint’s smile softened. “Welcome to this business. Nothing ever runs smooth, and nothing stays quiet. If you can’t handle the chaos, you won’t last long.” He gestured to the empty chair across his desk. “Sit. Let’s talk about you.”Sheara hesitated. This was her first real job — the first chance she’d had to build something for herself after years of drifting. “I don’t have much experience,” she admitted, voice wobbly but honest. “But I’m ready to work. I want to learn.”Clint’s eyes lit up. “That’s the only qualification that matters. Everything else can be taught.”For th