Three

It had been a week since my return from Boracay, and my stress levels had skyrocketed, especially with our EIC constantly hurling insults at me.

She kept assigning various photoshoot projects, only for them to be rejected by the Boss for being too mundane.

Seriously? Me? A seasoned photographer with two years under my belt in this company? And now they were deeming my shots plain? That was news to me!

I had also told Kesha about the Bora Guy. Her eyes had widened, and she had bombarded me with all sorts of questions.

I really regretted telling her about it. She had asked too many questions and its driving me nuts.

Hayyyy... and to make matters worse, Kesha kept bringing up what happened in Boracay. I couldn't stop myself from reminiscing about my last night there, and every time I did, I couldn't help but feel flushed all over.

What is wrong with me? Damn it!

"Announcement!"

I turned to the speaker. Of course, it was Ma'am Matias, with her fake smile plastered on. I felt the urge to slam her face into the floor. Grrr...

"Our COO has something to say," she continued, with our company's Boss standing next to her.

COO=Chief Operating Officer. Boss handled our operations on the ground. He also communicated with the President of the Board/Company for reports.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. As some of you know, Mr. Salvador, our President, is currently undergoing treatment for his illness in America. Due to his condition, he has had to relinquish his position, but..."

Before the COO could finish, various reactions erupted among the crowd. Some murmured "Awww," "Ohhhh," and other expressions of concern could be heard.

"Listen, listen. His son will take over the Company starting tomorrow." The boss's announcement silenced everyone. We would have a new President. I felt a slight nervousness about that.

"That's all," Boss said before turning away.

"Oh, and one more thing," he added, turning back. "Prepare for a Welcome Party."

The office erupted into cheers.

"Wooooohhh!!!"

"Yessss!"

My officemates were thrilled again. Another feast awaits tomorrow.

I just smiled and didn't comment further. I returned to my monitor and continued working.

I wondered how old Mr. President's son was. Was he handsome? If that new president were perfect, I'd surely be interested! He's wealthy, after all. D

There was nothing wrong with dreaming, right?

But I wonder, was he also hot?

Also?!

And who was I comparing to whom? Duh! Am I thinking about your Bora Guy again? Damn.

THE NEXT DAY

In the office, Kesha's sudden scream startled us all as she entered the room.

"What's going on?" inquired one of my colleagues, her curiosity piqued.

"I spotted him!" Kesha burst out, her tone a blend of excitement and agitation. She kept on moving around, and I was literally dizzy.

"Who did you see?" another chimed in.

"Mr. Salvador?"

"The son of Mr. President?"

"Silly! He's the President now!"

All the employees gathered around Kesha. Meanwhile, I remained seated, but my ears were certainly perked up.

"But why were you shouting?" one of them asked Kesha.

"Girls! He's so freaking handsome!" Kesha squeal.

"Ahhh!" they all screamed in unison.

"He's like a model straight out of a fashion magazine! Scratch that! He outshines the models we have here at MM. I’m sure even the guys will be lusting after him!" Kesha squealed again.

Almost all of my colleagues were drooling. Tsk. If I know, Kesha was being exaggerated as usual.

All our attention was driven towards the door when Pol, another co-worker, rushed in. Pol was gay and everyone on our floor knew that.

“He’s here!” Pol screamed

Goodness! It felt like my eardrum just shattered. As if choreographed, I saw my colleagues lining up near the door.

I was about to join them, but suddenly I felt something. My stomach churned, and it made my hair rise. Waves of discomfort surged through me, demanding immediate attention. 

What the hell!

Just when we’re about to welcome our boss’s boss, my body needed to use the restroom!

I tried to hold it, twisting my knees, but it didn’t work.

I really can't hold it anymore!

"Kesha!" I approached her and whispered. "I need to go to the restroom," I said, a cold shivering feeling passed by me.

"What? Now?" she asked, confused.

"I really need to go," I swear, I heard my voice tremble by the end!

As soon as I said that, I hurriedly ran to the restroom.

Minutes later…

“Oh my god! Our boss is so fucking handsome! I think I fell in love!” an employee said exaggeratedly.

"Haysss... no luck. I didn't catch a glimpse of the President's son. Curse this blasted constipation!" I muttered under my breath, frustration mounting over me.

"Gab! The COO is calling for you," Kesha informed me, emerging from the COO's office. "Oh my, Bff! Sir Reigan is so handsome," she added.

"Reigan?" Who's that?

"The President's son! He said to just call him Sir Reigan," she explained, her voice filled with excitement, before making a turn towards her desk.

I just sighed and entered the COO's office.

"Boss," I greeted. I always refer to our COO as Boss, he was nice.

"Gabby. Where were you? You missed the introduction!" he exclaimed.

I lowered my head. "Sorry, Boss. Had a bit of a stomach issue," I chuckled nervously. He laughed along too.

"Anyway, head to the President's floor. Mr. Salvador wants to meet all the employees of Men's Mag."

"Yes, Sir. Excuse me, Sir," I said, then left his office.

I sighed. The President's office was on the 25th floor, while ours was on the 10th! Darn that constipation for making me miss that intro!

I felt nervous as the elevator doors opened on the 25th floor. I was alone and going to introduce myself to the new President.

It felt daunting. Plus, it was embarrassing.

I reached the President’s floor and headed straight to the office. The secretary gave me the go signal so I knocked and went in.

"Sir?" I called out, trying to get his attention. He was seated in a swivel chair, facing away from me, gazing out at the world through the glass window.

"Yes?" He turned to face me, his brow furrowing in confusion.

My mouth dropped.

I slowly felt how my face drain of color.

No! Him? Him?! Was it really him?

The son of the President of Men's Mag.? Is him?! No, fuck, this is impossible! It has to be!

"You!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"No!" I blurted out. Oh God! Earth, swallow me whole right now!

Right now!