I forced a bitter smile as I gently caressed my parents' tombstone. Years had passed since they were gone, but the pain in my heart remained. Losing both parents at the same time was a tragedy too painful for any child to bear. I could hardly believe I had survived it all.
"Ma, Pa, how are you?" I whispered softly. I bit my lower lip to keep the tears from escaping my eyes. The ache in my chest grew stronger as I stared at their tombstone. I took two bouquets of flowers and placed them on top of the gravestone. It had been nine years since I last saw and heard them, and for all those years, I prayed for their souls every day. It was the least I could do for them. "I'm doing okay, Ma, Pa. Life is tough on my own, but I'm managing. As for Kuya Elmer, I don’t know where he is anymore. I'm worried because he’s been missing for years, and I haven't heard anything about him." I let out a deep sigh, hoping to ease the heaviness in my heart. Closing my eyes, I offered a silent prayer. I wiped away a tear that escaped. "If only you were still here, Ma, Pa, you'd see that I'm doing my best at work. Even though my boss is grumpy, I can handle it. Your youngest is strong, Ma, Pa." I laughed softly, though tears welled in my eyes. "Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. I'm about to graduate soon, and our dream of me becoming a flight stewardess will finally come true. I'll fulfill it for you." I looked up and exhaled deeply. Visiting them at the cemetery always left my chest feeling heavy. Their early passing still hurt. They were too young to die, and they never got to see me achieve my dreams. Maybe this was fate—their sudden loss, my brother's disappearance, and me being left alone. I knew there had to be a reason for it all. I took a handkerchief from my bag and wiped my tears. I fanned myself, trying to calm down before heading to work. Glancing at my watch, I realized I had to leave soon or risk being late—especially since my boss was in an even worse mood than usual. "Ma, Pa, I have to go now. I'll visit you again next month. I love you both so much." I gently touched their tombstone. Whenever sadness overwhelmed me, I found myself coming here because talking to them, even if they couldn’t respond, helped lighten the burden I carried. I jumped in surprise when my phone suddenly rang loudly in my bag. I quickly grabbed it, and my heart pounded when I saw the caller ID. It was the executive secretary. Why was Miss Cindy calling? "Hello, Miss Cindy," I greeted politely. My heart pounded harder. Every time Miss Cindy called, it always meant bad news. "You have to come to the office right now. Mr. Samaniego is looking for you, Ms. Ocampo. Don’t make him wait." "Huh?" I stood up straight at her words. Why was the CEO looking for me? Had I made a mistake at work again? Oh God, I hoped not. "Come here now. This is urgent," she said firmly before ending the call. I clutched my chest. My heart pounded painfully, and I struggled to breathe. Something was wrong. It was way too early for Mr. Samaniego to be in the office. It was only 7:45 AM, and he usually arrived at ten. Oh no, what had I done this time? I hailed a taxi to Diamond Tower. Restlessness consumed me as I sat inside. I kept replaying yesterday's tasks in my head. Had I forgotten anything? Hopefully not. I didn't even want to go to the office—I was sure I'd be scolded again. And my boss? He was always grumpy, his eyebrows constantly furrowed, and his voice always sharp. Oh well, whatever happens, happens. I rushed into Diamond Entertainment Building, also known as Diamond Tower. My hands went numb from nervousness. Mr. Samaniego’s temper was notorious, and he had made me his favorite target these past few months. As soon as I reached our office, I noticed something odd. The usually noisy and chaotic space was eerily silent. Everyone was buried in their work, and no one was gossiping in the corner like they usually did. "Bree, Sir is here early, and he's in a bad mood. He's been yelling all morning. I think there's a major issue with a business deal," Cheska whispered, careful not to be overheard. My body went cold. Oh God! I was doomed! Summoning all my courage, I walked toward our cubicle. The window blinds were closed. I pushed open the glass door to our office, but I froze in place as soon as I stepped inside. I gaped when I met his sharp, intimidating gaze. His expression was deadly serious. He stood tall in front of Miss Cindy and Rachelle, my co-assistant secretary. I swallowed hard as his piercing eyes met mine. His brows were furrowed so tightly they nearly touched. "Good morning, Mr. Samaniego." I tried to keep my shaky legs steady. My throat went dry when he glared at me. Chelle gestured at me, but I couldn’t understand what she was trying to tell me. "Are you the one who spoke with Mr. Lao’s secretary?" His voice was stern and laced with irritation. I swallowed and nodded hesitantly. "Yes, sir. I was the one who spoke with Mr. Lao’s secretary." His jaw clenched, and he shut his eyes tightly as if holding back his anger. The veins on his neck popped out, and he massaged his temples as if dealing with a migraine. Did I make a mistake? My eyes widened in realization—I forgot to log Mr. Lao’s appointment! It was supposed to happen yesterday, but with all the work piling up and my parents' death anniversary weighing on me, it completely slipped my mind. I glanced at Miss Cindy and Chelle. They both shook their heads. Oh no, today was supposed to be Mr. Lao’s breakfast meeting with Mr. Samaniego. My heartbeat pounded wildly. "In my office." That was all he said before storming off. He even slammed the glass door on his way out. I clutched my chest, feeling like my heart might burst out of my ribcage. He was terrifying! I bit my lower lip and turned to Miss Cindy, who was staring at me seriously. "Miss Cindy, I’m so sorry! I forgot to log the meeting schedule," I said, nearly in tears. "Go to his office. And good luck," she instructed. Shoulders slumped, I nodded and hurried after him. I had no other choice. I just had to prepare myself in case I got fired today. But I hoped not—I still needed money for next semester’s tuition, and my savings weren’t enough. I took a deep breath, fanned myself, and then opened the door to Mr. Samaniego’s office. A sharp scream almost escaped my lips when something suddenly flew toward me—a paperweight! I barely dodged it. Did I just make him angrier by not getting hit? "Do you have any idea how important that meeting was?! Huh?!" he roared. I flinched as his voice echoed through the office. This was it—my career’s end. "Sir, I’m so sorry—" I didn’t even finish before he threw a pen holder. Pens scattered across the floor. "Shut up! Incompetent bitch! I will not allow this kind of dumbness in my company. Do you know how much money I lost because of your stupidity? I’ll charge that loss to your account! You embarrassed me in front of Mr. Lao, and now my credibility is being questioned. Get out!" I gasped as he suddenly hurled his laptop in my direction. My jaw dropped as its shattered parts scattered across the floor. Trembling, I picked up the broken laptop and placed it back on his desk. He was breathing heavily, head bowed as if trying to compose himself. "Sir, I’ll talk to Mr. Lao’s secretary again and apologize. Please don’t worry. I’ll take full responsibility—" "Jackson, just spare her. It’s not her fault. I shouldn’t have let her handle that deal," Miss Cindy interrupted as she entered. "Go. And good luck," she told me. With a sigh, I left. I had survived another day with my infuriating yet undeniably handsome boss.Jackson's lips tightened as he noticed Mr. Onoda's lascivious gaze lingering on Bree. He'd been observing the man's predatory looks for a while. It irritated him, making him hate himself even more. He'd vowed at his wife's grave not to pay attention to any woman until he caught her killer. He needed to focus on finding the culprit, but Bree's presence distracted him. Jackson's attention snapped back when he heard Mr. Onoda's loud laughter. He was saying something to Bree, trying to charm her. If he weren't a potential investor, Jackson would have walked out. But this wasn't the time. He'd let the lecherous Japanese man ogle Bree for now. He'd deal with him later if things got out of hand. He needed to close this deal. Japanese cuisine was served, and Jackson could see Mr. Onoda enjoying himself. He praised the tourist spots he'd visited and the Filipinos' hospitality. "You have a very beautiful country, Mr. Samaniego. It makes me want to bring some of my businesses here." Mr.
Bree slammed the folders onto the table. They contained reports from other departments that needed the CEO's review and signature. She was irritated and frustrated, her anger manifesting in the forceful action. She couldn't tell Chelle her problem, or whatever it should be called. Chelle looked up in surprise. "Hey! Be careful! We'll get in trouble if you damage those papers." She'd noticed Bree's erratic behavior for days – sudden scowls, unexplained eye-rolls, even when she wasn't talking to anyone. She was worried. Chelle didn't ask. She didn't want to seem nosy, but she was keeping an eye on Bree. Bree offered a strained smile. She wasn't in the mood. She hadn't been since five days ago. She wanted to quit her job. She didn't care where she'd end up; the important thing was to get away and never see her annoying boss's face again. Every time she saw him, she wanted to strangle him. Bree was secretly looking for a new job, waiting for calls from potential employers. If so
Bree's eyes widened when the knocking on the door wouldn't stop. It was persistent, as if whoever was behind that door had no intention of giving up."Mr. Samaniego."It was Miss Cindy!She moved away from Jackson's office table and quickly ran her fingers through her hair. How was she supposed to fix herself? Her lipstick might be smeared all over her face! How embarrassing if Miss Cindy saw her like that!She turned to Jackson when she heard his soft laughter. When she looked at him, a pretty and genuine smile was plastered on his face.His face looked bright. Now she could see emotions on his face. Usually, his expression was so blank.Bree stared at him for a moment, taking in Jackson's fresh look. He looked calm and serene. None of what she usually saw on his face—irritation and anger.He looked so carefree with those smiles, and Bree couldn't help but savor the moment. It wasn't often that she saw her boss like this. And if she was the reason he was smiling, she felt proud of he
Jackson stood up and walked toward the door.Bree remained frozen in front of his desk. Her heart was pounding so hard she could almost hear it echoing in her ears.His scent lingered throughout the office.He smells really good today… Was it always like this? The office never used to smell this good before, right?Her brows furrowed the moment she heard the faint click of the door locking.It took her a few seconds to process what that sound meant.When she turned around, she was shocked to find Jackson already standing behind her.How did he move so quietly? Or maybe she just didn’t notice because her thoughts were all over the place.Bree quickly turned her back to him.Jackson stood just inches behind her. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. Just her smell was enough to drive him wild. He had to admit, Bree wasn’t like the other women he usually wanted just for sex. Sure, he wanted to sleep with her, but something deeper was pulling him toward her—and that was something Jac
Bree let out another deep sigh. She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened yesterday. She had to skip work—because Jackson told her to.She ended up staying at his apartment the entire day. He wouldn’t let her leave until she agreed to what he wanted.It just hit her now—what he did was basically blackmail!She sighed again, unaware that Chelle had been watching her for a while now. Her friend didn’t say a word, but she was clearly observing Bree, trying to read every expression on her face.Chelle knew something was bothering her. She didn’t ask, though—because she was sure Bree wouldn’t admit anything.After their night out at the bar, Bree didn’t come to work the next day. Her excuse? She got too drunk and woke up late. But Chelle wasn’t buying it. Something definitely happened.And to make things even more suspicious, Mr. Renz hadn’t shown up to work for two days now.Could something have happened between the two of them? Chelle couldn’t help but wonder. Not that it would be a
"Sir Jackson, wait, your thing is poking me." Bree couldn't help but blurt out. His hard manhood was pressing against her center! She wasn't wearing any underwear, so she could really feel it.Bree tried to stop Jackson by pushing against his muscular chest. But he didn't budge at all. He remained hovering above her and still positioned between her opened thighs.She wanted to know what really happened last night first, but not the way he wanted.Surely his manhood could wait, right?What happened last night that made her boss seem to have such bad intentions toward her?But as he said, no sex had occurred, so what was Jackson doing now?The young woman still couldn't process why she was with him now.Was he invited last night? She couldn't remember anyone mentioning that her boss would be coming.Bree's face heated up when she realized their position on the bed. No wonder his hard manhood was poking her—she was lying with her legs spread open and he was between her thighs.She was un