CHAPTER 16 – “The Gossip Files”“May nakita ka ba?” bulong ng isang junior paralegal habang nakasilip sa computer monitor.“Wala pa, pero sabi ni Maricel may bagong edit daw si Carl. Check mo sa group chat,” sagot ng isa pa, sabay tawa na parang may tinatago.Inside the internal Telegram group titled "KMeme Files - Confidential (or not)", lumabas ang bagong entry:[Attachment: IMG_1428.png]“Caption: When your boss gives you his coat, but it feels more like his last name.”It was a grainy but unmistakable shot of Cesca, tulog sa desk, balot ng gray blazer. Sa tabi ng photo, in-edit nilang para bang may kasal sa background.Hashtag: #KawashimaIlagan2025Sa isang law firm na kilala sa mga high-profile clients at cutthroat deadlines, bihira ang marinig ang collective squeals and muffled laughter ng mga staff. Pero ngayong umaga, viral ang bagong shipment ng office gossip, “Cesca Ilagan x Seiichi Kawashima.”Sa admin desk, dalawang senior secretaries, sina Maricel at Tanya, nagkakape haba
CHAPTER 15 – "Late Night Logic"7:45AMTahimik na ang buong opisina. Wala na ang kalansing ng keyboard. Wala na ring maingay na tawanan mula sa legal assistants na kadalasang nagmi-midnight snack sa pantry. Ang tanging maririnig lang ay ang soft humming ng air conditioning at ang occasional beep ng elevator sa dulo ng hallway.Nasa harap pa rin ng desktop si Cesca, nakasandal sa ergonomic chair na medyo nakababa na ang level dahil sa luma na ito. Naka-hoodie na siya ngayon, suot ang oversized firm merch jacket na pinamigay noong firm anniversary. Ang buhok niya ay nakapusod na lang loosely, at may kaunting mantsa na ng ink sa gilid ng daliri dahil sa corrections na ginawa niya sa isang affidavit kanina.The lights were dimmed on their floor except for her desk lamp, which cast a warm circle of light around her and her scattered paperwork. Isang document na lang. Isang formatting check na lang. 'Pag natapos niya 'to, uuwi na siya.Pero...Habang binabasa niya ang huling page, unti-unti
CHAPTER 14 – “Love is a Courtroom Battle.”"Okay, let’s make this fun but fair. Team assignments are final. Don’t ask me for swaps," ani Atty. Mendez, one of the firm’s litigation partners, habang pinapalo-palo ang whiteboard marker sa palm niya. “Practice mock trial ito for all junior associates and legal assistants. So kung feeling niyo chill lang ‘to, think again.”Cesca adjusted her ID lanyard and peeked at the team list flashed on the screen. Nang makita niya ang pangalan niya, napakunot ang noo niya.DEFENSE: FRANCISCA ILAGAN. PROSECUTION: SEIICHI KAWASHIMA.“Oh, come on,” bulong niya kay Rica.Rica laughed softly. “Pabawi na lang, baka ‘pag naging kayo, mas magaan na ang cross-exam.”“Hoy,” singhal ni Cesca.“Sorry, Miss Emotionally Constipated’s Type.”Before she could retaliate, the meeting began.The case assigned to them? A fictional workplace theft.The catch? Everyone was encouraged to go all-out—opening statements, evidentiary objections, even courtroom dramatics kung ki
CHAPTER 13 – “Cross-Examined Hearts.”4:16 PM — Litigation Division Dalawang oras na lang bago mag-end of day pero parang ni isa sa kanila sa litigation team ay hindi pa rin humihinto sa pagta-type. The sound of keyboard clacks had become the department's default soundtrack, na para bang ang silence ay mas nakakakaba kesa deadline.Sa gitna ng lahat, si Cesca ay tila immune na. Naka-postura pa rin sa ergonomic chair, mabilis mag-scroll sa email habang nakikipag-chat kay Rica sa Slack tungkol sa revisions ng affidavit draft ni Atty. Inoue. Pero pansin mo 'yung subtle twitch sa dulo ng labi niya—like someone suppressing either a sigh or a smirk.Wala na sa kanya ang issue kahapon. She'd survived HR. Viral ka man o hindi, pleadings won’t sign themselves.Pero hindi niya maiwasang mapalingon sa glass wall ng opisina ni Seiichi. As usual, nakayuko ito sa harap ng monitor, sharp jawline outlined by the late afternoon light, and signature resting-deadpan-face na hindi mo ma-decipher kung ga
CHAPTER 12 – “HR? What's That?” 9:36 AM Wednesday Typical mid-week chaos. Sa 28th floor, back-to-back hearings, document deadlines, and coffee-fueled legal debates were already in full swing. Lahat ng associate mukhang nasa middle ng caffeine-fueled panic, habang ang mga interns ay nasa loob ng pantry, trying to act busy habang nagpi-Facebook o nagti-TikTok break in between errands.Cesca, on the other hand, was walking briskly along the hallway from the litigation division papuntang records office. Bitbit niya ang stack ng mga pleadings na kailangan ng signature ni Atty. Inoue.She was multitasking as usual—nagbabasa ng header habang naglalakad, hindi namamalayang medyo mabilis ang kilos. At tulad ng isang eksenang paboritong-paborito ng universe sa mga romcom clichés—nadulas siya.Saktong pa-liko sa hallway, isang maliit na tapon ng tubig mula sa cleaning cart ang ‘di niya napansin. Her heels slid."Ay!" she shrieked, folders flying from her hands.But bago pa siya tumama sa sahig
CHAPTER 11 – Elevator Confessions Kawashima-Inoue Law Firm, BGC – Tuesday, 6:18 PMA typical Tuesday rush. Most of the offices on the 28th floor were dimming their lights. Associates were packing their briefcases, interns were rushing to send last-minute emails, and the coffee machine had finally taken its last whirr for the day.Pero hindi pa pauwi si Cesca.Nasa file room siya, hinahanap ang isang hard copy ng affidavit revision para sa isang pro bono case na kailangan ng updated notarization. Habang nagmamadaling binubuklat ang folder, napansin niyang 6:15 na sa phone niya.“Shoot,” mahina niyang bulong. “Last elevator down in five.”Nagmadali siya, bitbit ang folder, at lumabas ng file room, halos mabangga ang isang janitor na naglalampaso ng hallway.Pagdating niya sa elevator lobby, sakto lang ang timing. Bumukas ang pinto, at laking gulat niya nang makitang nandoon si Seiichi.Si Boss Presinto. Naka-coat pa rin, loosened ang tie, mukhang bagong tapos sa huling meeting. May hawa