CHAPTER 23 – Late Night PizzaTuesday, 9:42 PM – Kawashima-Inoue Law Firm, BGCTahimik na ang buong floor ng opisina. Sa labas ng glass window, tanaw ang malamlam na ilaw ng Bonifacio Global City. May kaunting fog sa bintana, senyales na bumababa na ang temperatura kahit pa May na sa kalendaryo. Sa loob ng Conference Room 3B, may dalawang ilaw na bukas. At sa gitna ng mesa, nakabukas ang dalawang box ng pizza — half cheese, half pepperoni.“Nagugutom ka na naman, Boss?” tanong ni Cesca habang nagbubukas ng tissue.“Late na akong nag-lunch,” sagot ni Seiichi habang sinusuri ang case folder sa harapan. “At hindi ako kakain mag-isa.”“Teka lang,” sabay kuha ni Cesca ng slice. “Hindi ba dapat ako pa ‘yung magyayaya ng pizza, tapos ikaw ang tatanggi para maging in-character?”“Plot twist. May character development na ako.”Napatawa si Cesca habang umuupo sa tapat niya. Sa pagitan nila, nakakalat ang ilang documents: case memos, witness affidavits, at isang handwritten note na may pangalan
CHAPTER 22 – Jealousy ClauseFriday, 10:36 AM – Kawashima-Inoue Law Firm“I need someone to assist with the Sarte brief,” ani Rica habang bitbit ang iPad niya, tumigil sa gitna ng bullpen. “Atty. Yu requested updated documentation and a local case summary.”“I can do it,” sabay taas ng kamay ni Cesca, kahit abala pa sa pagfa-file ng attachments sa isa pang draft.“Sure ka? May court run ka pa mamaya, diba?”“Oo, pero mabilis lang naman ‘yung hearing. I can squeeze this in.”“Salamat. And oh,” Rica added, scrolling on her tablet, “Mr. Daniel Ahn from Polaris Investments is visiting the office this afternoon. I heard siya ‘yung client ni Sir Seiichi na laging overseas. First time niya sa Manila.”“Polaris?” tanong ni Cesca habang patuloy sa pagtipa.“Mmhmm. Korean-American investor, super charming daw. Early thirties, single, fluent in three languages. Sayang, hindi ko client.”Cesca chuckled. “Baka maka-small talk lang naman, hindi date.”Rica raised an eyebrow. “Sabi mo ‘yan ah.”---
CHAPTER 21 – “Good Morning, Grumpy.”May sinag na ng araw sa bintana ng shared bedroom nila Cesca, Mark, at Marga pero hindi pa rin siya bumabangon. Suot niya ang faded Garfield t-shirt na pangpito na sa laundry rotation at yakap ang unan niya na may stain ng old coffee. Kung hindi pa siya gigising, malalate siya sa trabaho. Pero sa halip na tumayo, dinukot muna niya ang cellphone sa ilalim ng unan.Nag-type siya, mata’y barely bukas,Cesca: “Good morning, Grumpy.”Matapos niyon ay sinend na niya iyon. Napangiti siya kahit groggy pa. It was day one of her self-declared mission: Guluhin si Boss Presinto bago pa siya makapag-kape.Habang nakatambay pa sa kama, narinig niya sa kabilang kama si Mark na bumangon. “Ate, nagluluto na si Nanay. Maaga ‘yung pasok namin. Gumising ka na rin.”“Ayaw ko pa,” sagot niya, sabay takip ulit ng kumot sa mukha.Ilang sandali pa'y nag-vibrate ang phone niya.Seiichi: “Who is this and what crime did I commit to deserve a sunrise text?”Tumawa si Cesca. Li
CHAPTER 20 – “Almost Kiss.”Thursday, 4:18 PM – Kawashima-Inoue Law Firm, Records Room"This room seriously needs aircon," bulong ni Cesca habang pinupunasan ang leeg gamit ang tissue. "At least man lang fan. Or, I don't know, a ventilation system not designed for a 1997 archive dungeon?"Sa likod niya, narinig niya ang dry chuckle ni Seiichi. "It's a records room, not a spa.""Doesn’t mean we should die here," balik niya habang inaabot ang isang folder mula sa third cabinet. "We should file a health hazard report.""Go ahead," sagot ni Seiichi. "Address it to HR. You might end up in charge of the renovation budget.""As long as it comes with a portable AC, I accept."They were both sorting through case files for an upcoming board review meeting with the senior partners. Kailangan nilang i-compile ang mga historical litigation records ng firm—and somehow, it ended up just the two of them inside a cramped, poorly lit room, filled with paper, dust, and tension.It started as a normal ta
CHAPTER 19 – “Atty. Pogi vs. Witty Boba Girl.”Wednesday, 10:36 AM – Kawashima-Inoue Law Firm Lobby———“Excuse me, Miss Ilagan?”Cesca turned from the front desk, still holding the brown envelope meant for court filing.Isang lalaki ang nakangiting naka-barong na may fit na fit na tailor cut. Hair perfectly styled. Eyes suspiciously bright. And he had dimples. Of course he had dimples.“Yes?”“I thought so,” the man grinned. “I’m Atty. Tyler Cruz. Counsel for the opposing party in the Mercado v. Singson case. We have a hearing later, remember?”“Ah, right. I’m Cesca Ilagan, legal assistant for Atty. Kawashima,” she said, all business. “We sent over our counter-affidavit this morning.”“Got it. But that’s not why I came here early,” Tyler said, tilting his head. “I was hoping to meet the woman behind the sharpest case indexing I’ve ever seen. You have immaculate tabs, Miss Ilagan.”“That’s the weirdest compliment I’ve ever received.”“I’m not weird. I’m thorough,” he winked.“Yikes,”
CHAPTER 18 – Anger Issues and Ice Cream4:45 PM – Mabilis ang galaw sa buong floor. Phones ringing, heels clicking, scanners beeping. Normal para sa isang Martes, pero para kay Cesca Ilagan, ito ang pinaka-toxic na araw ng linggo.Tatlong beses nang binago ang deadline ng motion. Dalawang beses siyang sinigawan ng client over the phone. At ngayon, hindi pa rin mahanap ng courier ang isang notarized affidavit na kailangang-kailangan sa court bukas."Ms. Ilagan, follow-up na naman sa pleading draft," tawag ng associate attorney mula sa kabilang cubicle."On it," sagot niya, pilit pinipigil ang tono.Pero sa loob-loob niya? Gusto na niyang magtapon ng keyboard. Or sarili niya. Either way, mas madali kaysa makipag-deal sa limang urgent cases habang may puyat, hunger, at dysmenorrhea.She opened her email. 27 messages unread."Ang saya," bulong niya habang tumayo para uminom ng tubig. Pero pagdating niya sa pantry, wala nang paper cups. Kahit dispenser, walang laman.Literal na walang tub