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"Ahhh.. Fuck! That's good. Mmm…" ungol ni Ednel habang nakahawak siya sa buhok ng kanyang secretary na nakaluhod sa harapan niya sa ilalim ng kanyang malaking desk while he is sitting in his swivel chair.

Binibigyan siya ng matinding BJ nito. Her slut secretary na si Ramona ay walang hinangad kundi laruin sa dahas na init ang amo. She is aggressively swallowing him whole. Hanggang sa ‘di na napigilan ni Ednel at nasabunutan na niya ang babae sa sarap.

"Shit! Bilisan mo, Ramona! Bilisan mo! Malapit na ako! Aahh! ‘Tang ina!"

Biglang nabuksan ang pinto ng kanyang office at bumungad si Dick Wilson. Ang kanyang pinsang hilaw din gaya niya dahil sa mestiso rin ito.

Nagtaka ito, akala niya ay may seizure ang pinsan kaya napatakbo siya rito. Ngunit nang paglapit niya ay napahawak siya sa kanyang sintindo nang makita ang secretary nito na nagtatago sa ilalim ng mesa habang binibigyan ng panandaliang aliw ang mahal niyang pinsan.

"Oh, shit! Sorry, dude!" ani Dick Wilson at napatalikod siya.

 Naudlot ang papunta sa sukdulan ni Ednel that gives him a curse of blue balls. Agarang tumayo si Ramona at inabutan naman siya ni Ednel ng tissue para punasan ang nagkalat na lipstick sa bibig nito.

 Ngunit nang naglakad na ito papalayo pagkatapos tumayo at napahawak na sa pinto ay muling binanggit ni Ednel nang mahina ang kanyang pangalan.

 "Miss Ramona."

 Napatalikod sabay ngisi naman ni Ramona. "Why?"

 "You're fired!" Mahina pa ring ani ni Ednel na para walang kawalan ang pagsesante niya sa babae habang pinipigilan naman ni Dick ang kanyang tawa.

 "What? Are you kidding me? After all na halos mabulunan ako pagsubo ko sa pagkalalaki mo to give you what you want, then you'll just fire me suddenly? How dare you, pervert!" sigaw ng dalaga. Nang susugurin na niya si Ednel ay hinarangan naman siya ng pinsan nito.

 Pinindot ni Ednel ang comm at nagsalita. "Guard, take this lady out of my office! Ayoko na makita ang pagmumukha niya!"

 Makalipas ang ilang minuto ay pinalayas na ng mga guard si Ramona at sumandal naman si Ednel sa kanyang swivel chair na parang walang nangyari. He is now rich but kind of a filthy arrogant pagdating sa mga babae. Alam niyang habol lang sa kanya ni Ramona ay ang pera at libido niya na he continued playing fire with her as a response on her lousy crave. At ngayong tila nagsawa na siya kaya pinatalsik na niya ito sa kumpanya niya.

 He owned the most elite furniture business na ipinangalan niya sa apelyido ng kanyang mga tunay na magulang. Ito'y HW Furniture Group Co. na kilalang-kilala sa buong Pilipinas na mausbong at pinag-aagawan ng mga investors, not only inside the country but even outside or international kung baga. H stands for Hernandez and W for Wilson.

 He is now well known for being one of the youngest Filipino billionaires in the Philippines ngunit sa pangalang Ednel lang kilala at hanggang katawan, bibig at ilong ang pinapakita niya sa magazine. He still keeps himself confidential. Dahil sa gusto pa rin niya takasan ang kanyang nakaraan.

 Umupo naman si Dick sa harap niya sabay natatawa sa pinsan.

 "So anong balita? Kung ‘di ka lang sumugod, sana napalaya ko na mga minions ko sa bibig ng babaeng ‘yon," pabiro na aniya.

 Tumawa si Dick. "Hindi ka pa rin nagbabago, Ednel. Pero, dude, you are now thirty-three. Wala ka bang plano magseryoso ng babae? Ang dami nagkakandarapa sa ‘yo tapos..."

 Ednel lazily swirled the amber liquid in his glass, watching the way it caught the light from his office lamp. "Why would I?" sagot niya habang nakayuko. "Lahat ng mga babae, kama lang ang habol sa akin. Mawala naman doon ay pera. Madiligan lang ‘yan at masampal ng dolyares, Iiwan at iiwan ka na lang nila kaya what's the point?"

 Dick leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing slightly. "Pero Ed, hindi mo ba naiisip, baka may isa sa kanila na worth it? Hindi lang sa pera."

 "Hah. Worth it? Dude, gusto ko lang ang simplicity sa babae. Kung hindi mo pinaghaharian ang sarili mo, paano ka maghahari sa business?" Ednel said, the corner of his lips twitching in a smirk. "Besides, wala pa rin akong time for games na hindi ko kontrolado."

 "Wala ka ba talagang plano magkapamilya?" seryosong tanong ni Dick na ikinatahimik ng binata.

 Ednel tilted his head, staring at the ceiling. "Wala pa, dude. Wala pa sa isip ko ‘yan. Pero, we should drink to forget, di ba? Let's toast." Sabay nilagyan ni Ednel ang kanyang maliit na kopita ng Hennessy at pina-slide ang isa pa nito sa pinsan.

 Dick raised an eyebrow but shook his head. "I am not here for that. May matindi tayong haharapin, Ed."

 "Ah, ano ‘yon? Baka magawan ng paraan," sagot ni Ednel, unmindful of the slight tension creeping into the room.

"Uncle Marvin just called," began Dick, his voice lowering, "and he said, his friend who is working in Ikea company has a son. Tapos gusto niyang ipasok sa company natin para may kapit daw tayo sa Ikea! It's a desperate move. Pagkakatiwalaan ba ‘yon?"

 Ednel narrowed his eyes, taking a sip from his glass. "So? You seem worried. This is business, Dick. Always about control. Paano mo siya kilala? Is he competent or just nepotism?"

 Dick’s hands fidgeted on the desk. "And so? Papalitan nila ako at aalisin sa puwesto ko, dude," he said, voice heavy with unease.

 Ednel leaned back, considering his cousin's words. "Ipapalit nila ay sino?"

 "’Yon nga," muttered Dick, "’yong anak ng may kapit sa Ikea company!" He paused, as if weighing the impact. "I didn’t expect this… it’s sudden. I need your advice, Ednel."

 Ednel let out a slow exhale, swirling the glass. "You mean, should I intervene?" His tone was cold, calculating, but there was a subtle lilt of amusement in it.

 "Intervene? How? Not yet," Dick said, leaning forward, eyes locking with Ednel’s. "But your influence… maybe your opinion could sway Uncle Marvin."

 Ednel’s smirk grew wider. "Influence? Yeah, that’s why you come to me. Don’t worry, Dick. Business is a chess game, not a battle of emotions. This kid, if he’s competent, fine. Kung hindi, well… hindi siya makakalusot."

 Dick nodded slowly, taking in the cold pragmatism of his cousin. "True. But still… it’s hard, you know? Feeling replaced like that. I’ve worked for years…"

 "Years mean nothing if your moves are predictable," Ednel interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "Always anticipate, always calculate. That’s how you survive the corporate jungle. That’s why I’m sitting here, drinking my Hennessy, while you worry about being replaced."

 Dick chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re ruthless, Ednel. I mean it. You really are."

 "Ruthless?" Ednel leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Call it realism. Call it survival. Besides," he said, voice dropping just enough for Dick to feel the weight, "I like watching people scramble when they think they have control… but they don’t. That’s life. That’s business."

 The office fell silent for a moment, the only sound the low hum of the air conditioner. Ednel’s green eyes gleamed, reflecting the city lights from the window.

 Then, just as Dick opened his mouth to respond, a sharp knock on the door echoed through the office. Both men turned simultaneously…