Nine

NINE

“DISMISS.” Azren stood up from his swivel chair without throwing a glance at the people inside the room. Agad na sumunod sa kaniya ang kaniyang sekretarya hawak ang nakasarang laptop. He walked on the hallway to his office while both of his hands on his pocket.

“Sir, your last meeting is…” Alex, his secretary stopped talking and looked at his schedule, still following his big steps. “With your parents, The Sicilian, at exactly an hour and 2 minutes from now.” Azren sighed and entered his wide office.

Naupo sa labas ang sekretarya niya kung saan ang table nito. Napatingin na lang siya sa malaking translucent glass-wall na nagsisilbing harang sa kaniyang office. Iniisip niya kung ano nanaman ba ang gustong sabihin ng mga magulang niya sa kaniya.

‘Probably about getting married or having kids, I guess’ he thought. Paulit-ulit na pinapaalala sa