CHAPTER 7

"Is Thiago busy too?" I asked Rustov as our staff unloaded the leathers.

He nodded. "Every summer and there are only occasions when they come home."

Well, I've heard of that. His two siblings are both studying in Manila so he only came home once. I've known those two since I was a kid. As often as seen at social gatherings. When they were in high school, they left Manila for maybe a bigger university.

"Let's go to the office first. I prepared a snack," I said and glanced at the workers.

"Okay," he replied low.

“Ate Dulce,” I called. "You're here first."

She nodded. I was ahead of the walk. Some of our female workers drifted their eyes at my back. I knew immediately what they were looking at. I was about to tell them to focus on their works, but I restrained myself. I might just look worse.

Entering the office, I gestured to him the chair. There is food ready on the small table in the middle.

"I thought your Mommy wa