The next day, Roque Snacks was back to its usual midweek chaos—phones ringing, printers humming, at mga taong nagmamadaling magpasa ng reports. But for Kaella, every sound felt a little too loud, every minute a little too long. She buried herself sa trabaho, forcing her attention on the screen in front of her. Kung puro spreadsheets ang titingnan niya, baka sakaling tumigil ang pag-ikot ng puso niya tuwing naiisip niya si Jerome.At around 3 p.m., laughter erupted sa kabilang cubicle. Kaella’s pen stilled mid-note. She glanced discreetly, only to see Nina leaning against Jerome’s desk, twirling her hair habang tawa ng tawa sa isang kwento nito. Jerome, of course, was grinning—his easy, charming grin that Kaella secretly knew too well.Ignore it, she told herself. You said you’d focus on work.She highlighted three rows of data na hindi naman kailangan, just to give her hands something to do. Pero kahit anong gawin niya, hindi niya mapigilang pakinggan ang usapan.“So, Jerome,” Nina sa
The office was unusually quiet again that Thursday night. Halos lahat ng ilaw ay patay na sa ibang department, maliban sa maliit na glow mula sa marketing floor kung saan nakaupo si Kaella. The ticking clock on the wall seemed louder in the silence, echoing her own heartbeat.She stared at her screen, pretending to be engrossed in revising the presentation deck for tomorrow’s board meeting. But really, her mind was everywhere—on Jerome’s lingering looks, on the way Nina laughed at his jokes, on the whispered line he’d left her with the day before: “I’ll still make you notice me.”She shook her head. “Focus, Kaella,” she muttered. “This is just work. Work lang ‘to.”A soft creak of the door made her flinch.“Mentor?” Jerome’s voice was warm but tentative. He stepped into the room, still wearing his office shirt but with his sleeves rolled up, tie stuffed into his pocket. He held a paper bag in one hand and two bottles of water in the other.“Jerome,” Kaella said, keeping her tone clipp
The following week at Roque Snacks, Kaella noticed herself growing hyper-aware of every single glance, every word Jerome said. The memory of that accidental touch in the storage room played on loop in her head like a broken record.“Get a grip, Kaella,” she whispered to herself while pretending to review some reports. “He’s your trainee. That’s it. Walang iba.”To prove to herself she was in control, she started putting distance between them. She assigned Jerome to assist Mara on smaller tasks, declined his casual coffee offers, and even adjusted her lunch schedule para hindi sila sabay.Pero kahit anong effort niya, Jerome seemed to notice. One morning, he dropped a folder on her desk with his usual grin. “Morning, Mentor. Miss mo na ’ko?”She looked up briefly, forcing a neutral tone. “Jerome, ang dami mong assignments with Mara today. Don’t worry about me.”He tilted his head slightly, studying her face. “Hmm. So, avoiding me na tayo ngayon?”Kaella’s stomach flipped, but she kept
The afternoon at Roque Snacks was buzzing with energy. The marketing team had just received boxes of their latest snack samples for an upcoming campaign. Kaella, being the diligent mentor, volunteered to help organize them in the storage room—partly to escape the teasing stares she’d been getting ever since the outreach event.“Kaella, kaya mo ’yan?” teased her co-worker, Mara, wagging her brows. “Baka naman kailangan mo ng… trainee na kasama?”Kaella rolled her eyes, forcing a smile. “Kaya ko ’to. Hindi naman mabibigat ’to.” Pero kahit anong iwas niya, narinig niya ang boses ni Jerome sa likod.“Need backup, Mentor?” he asked, already rolling up his sleeves.“Hindi na kailangan,” she said too quickly.“Too late,” Jerome grinned, grabbing a box before she could protest. “Company policy: never let your mentor suffer alone.”Inside the storage room, the air smelled faintly of cardboard and new packaging. The shelves were half-empty, waiting to be stacked. Jerome set down the box with an
The day after their winning pitch felt like an unofficial holiday inside Roque Snacks. The sales team was still riding the high of the executives’ praise, and everywhere Kaella went, she heard the same teasing refrain: “Power duo!”“Kaella!” Trina sing-songed, waving a paper bag of milk tea. “Power couple—ay este, team of the year!”Kaella groaned. “Stop it, Trina. Team lang, walang couple.”“Sure,” Trina replied, winking.At Jerome’s desk, the so-called trainee was pretending to study a spreadsheet, but the smug grin on his face was impossible to ignore. When Kaella passed by, he spoke without looking up.“Mentor,” he said casually, “may utang ka pa.”She blinked. “Utang?”“Lunch. Winning pitch, remember?” He finally looked at her, his grin widening. “And today feels like a perfect day for free food.”Kaella tried to stay cool. “Fine. But we’re going somewhere simple. Wala akong budget para sa fancy-fancy mo.”Jerome chuckled, standing and slipping on his blazer. “Don’t worry. Simple
By Thursday morning, the whispers around Roque Snacks had reached fever pitch. Photos from the outreach event—Kaella and Jerome laughing under the sunset, their shoulders brushing—had made the rounds on the office group chat.“Grabe, parang teleserye!” Trina whispered to Leo at the copier.Kaella pretended not to hear, but her cheeks burned. She knew people were watching her every move now. She’d always prided herself on professionalism, and the last thing she wanted was to be the star of an office scandal.So when Mr. De Guzman, their department head, announced during the morning meeting, “For the next product pitch, I’m pairing Kaella and Jerome. They seem to work… effectively together,” Kaella’s stomach dropped.A low ripple of whispers swept the room. Jerome, meanwhile, only flashed his trademark grin.“Sir,” Kaella began carefully, “baka po mas maayos kung—”“No objections,” De Guzman cut in. “You two will represent us to the regional heads tomorrow. Make us proud.”When the meet