Lumabas si Paula mula sa HR office na may malaking ngiti sa mukha. Hindi siya makapaniwala—sa wakas, mukhang nagbubunga na ang lahat ng pinaghirapan niya. Hawak-hawak niya ang schedule at budget na nakuha niya, at ramdam na ramdam niya ang excitement sa buong katawan. Parang ang sarap na magtagumpay, at parang ang lahat ay papunta na sa tamang direksyon. Ang mga plano nila ay may patutunguhan.
She hurriedly waved down a taxi, her heart racing with the thoughts of the upcoming days. The wind ruffled her hair as she stared out the window, thinking of the steps ahead. She would make sure Akihiro Conjuangco fell for her, and Amara’s life would change. In the end, everything would fall into place. All it took was a little charm and a lot of careful planning.
Pagdating sa apartment ni Amara, hindi na siya nag-abala pang kumatok—diretso siyang pumasok at agad niyang niyakap si Amara, na nagulat sa biglaang pagdating ng kaibigan.
“Paula! Oh my gosh!” masayang sigaw ni Amara, tapos bigla siyang tumayo at niyakap siya pabalik. “Ano nangyari? Ikwento mo na lahat!”
Paula beamed, holding up the schedule and budget she had just picked up. “I got the job! I’m officially the secretary of Akihiro Conjuangco!” Her voice cracked with excitement.
“Talaga? Gosh, wala akong masabi, Paula!” sagot ni Amara, halatang tuwa na tuwa. “Alam ko na kaya mo yan, pero ‘yung totoo, hindi ko akalain na magiging ganito kadali!”
Agad silang nagtawanan at nagyakapan ulit, ang saya-saya nila. Nang magkausap sila at humupa ang excitement, biglang nagseryoso si Amara at niyaya si Paula sa sofa.
“Paula,” nagsimula si Amara, tinignan siya ng seryoso, “Alam mo na ito na ‘yung pagkakataon ko. Pag nagtagumpay ka, makakatulong ka sa’kin para hindi matuloy ang kasal namin ni Akihiro. You know how much I want to be with Troy. You’re my last hope.”
Nakangiti si Paula at tumango, alam niyang pareho sila ng goal. “Don’t worry, Amara. I’ve got this. Wala nang atrasan. Si Akihiro, mahirap siyang lapitan, pero hindi ko siya hahayaan. I’ll play my part, sisiguraduhin ko na the wedding will be postponed—or maybe even cancelled entirely.”
“Sana nga, pero,” sabi ni Amara, medyo nag-aalala, “Akihiro Conjuangco ‘yan, Paula. Wala siyang pakialam sa mga babae, ‘di ba? Sobrang lakas ng personality, at ang taas ng wall sa sarili niya. Minsan lang siguro siya mapaibig ng babae. Hindi mo ba iniisip na baka mahirapan ka?”
Ngumiti si Paula at tinapik ang balikat ni Amara. “I understand. Pero kung ako, ako. Alam ko na kung paano ko siya papasukin. I’m a woman of action, Amara. Ako na bahala sa lahat.”
Nag-isip sandali si Amara, pero nakita niyang tapat si Paula sa plano nito. “Sige, sa’yo ako magtitiwala, magtulungan tayo. Alam ko matutulungan mo ako, basta huwag mong kakalimutan ang mahalaga: hindi ka dapat maligaw. Hindi mo dapat mahalin si Akihiro, okay?”
Tumango si Paula, ngumingiti. “Relax, Amara. Wala akong planong mahulog sa kanya, and I won’t. Ang objective ko lang, matapos ang kasal at tulungan ka kay Troy. Yun lang ang focus ko.”
“I trust you, Paula. I just don’t want you to get hurt. Hindi ko alam kung paano kita pasasalamatan. Ang dami mong tinutulungan, at kung walang ikaw, baka magpapaubaya na lang ako sa kasal na hindi ko gusto,” sabi ni Amara na may kasamang tuwa sa mukha.
“Hindi mo kailangang magpasalamat pa, Amara,” sagot ni Paula, “Ito lang ang kaya kong gawin. Hindi lang para sa’yo, kundi para sa atin pareho. We’re in this together. And I won’t fail you."
Nagsimula silang magplano ng mga susunod na hakbang. Kailangang pumili si Paula ng mga outfits na magpapaganda sa kanya at magpapansin kay Akihiro. Kailangan niyang magmukhang classy at confident—puno ng style, pero hindi sobra. Alam niya na kailangan niyang ipakita kay Akihiro na siya ay kaakit-akit.
Si Amara ay nagsuggest na mag-shopping sila ng mga formal attire—mga damit na magbibigay ng impact kay Akihiro. Magaan lang naman kay Paula ito, dahil kung may isang bagay siyang alam, ito ay kung paano maghanap ng mga damit na titigan siya ng mga lalaki. Lalo na si Akihiro, na hindi madaling makuha.
“I’m telling you, Paula," Amara smiled, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes. “Pero are you sure, though? I mean, it’s Akihiro Conjuangco we’re talking about. He’s ruthless, cold, and—let’s face it."
“Sa tingin ko, magagawa ko ‘yan. Alam mo naman, kailangan ko lang ng tamang pagkakataon. Akihiro is strong-headed, pero hindi siya immune sa charm ko,” sagot ni Paula na may confidence.
Habang papalalim ang gabi, tuloy pa rin ang kanilang paghahanda. Pati si Amara, tila napapa-isip kung paano siya makakatulong sa plano nila.
“Minsan, nakakatakot pa rin, Paula. Paano kung matuloy pa rin ang kasal? What if we lose? What if paghiwalayin kami ni Troy dahil dito? Ang daming possibilities na mahirap kontrolin,” sabi ni Amara, na naguguluhan.
“Wala tayong dapat ipag-alala, Amara. Kami na lang ni Akihiro ang magiging issue, hindi ikaw at si Troy. I’ll make sure everything falls into place,” sagot ni Paula.
“Let’s just say I’ve done my homework. I know Akihiro. He’s a man who’s used to getting what he wants, but he’s also someone who can’t resist a good challenge. And that’s where I come in.”
The two women exchanged looks, understanding the weight of the plan they were about to execute. Paula could already picture it: Akihiro Conjuangco, the wealthy and powerful businessman, falling under her spell. All she had to do was play her cards right and keep her emotions in check
“But Paula,” Amara continued, her voice tinged with concern, “what if things go wrong? What if you get too close to him? What if you end up falling for him yourself?”
Paula laughed, dismissing the concern with a wave of her hand. “Trust me, Amara, that’s not going to happen. I have my eyes on the prize. All I need to do is keep my focus, and everything will work out just fine.”
Amara sighed, clearly torn. “I just don’t want to lose you in the process, Paula. I don’t want you to get caught up in something that you can’t control.”
“I won’t,” Paula assured her, her eyes firm. “I know what I’m doing. Besides, it’s not like I’m doing this for myself. I’m doing this for you, so you can have Troy and not have to marry someone you don’t love.”
Napabuntong-hininga na lang si Amara, umaasa na ang lahat ng ito ay may patutunguhan para sa kanya at kay Troy.
“Tomorrow, everything changes,” Paula whispered, her voice full of determination.
Amara nodded, a hopeful smile on her face. “I believe in you, Paula.”
With a final nod, Paula smiled to herself. She was ready for the game to begin.
The days following the conversation with Akihiro felt heavier for Paula than any of the intense moments leading up to it. The walls she'd built—so carefully constructed around her emotions and her mission—were now cracked, and the cracks deepened with every passing hour. She could no longer escape the gnawing feeling that everything was slipping away, her carefully devised plan unraveling in ways she hadn’t expected. She had gone into this with a singular goal: stop the wedding and take control of Akihiro’s heart and business for her own reasons. Now, it seemed, her heart was being pulled into the very web she had spun.Her handler, on the other side of her mission, had called that morning. Paula hadn’t answered, even though the call was important—more important than anything else. But what could she say? The mission was spiraling out of her control. She couldn’t bring herself to do it anymore. The lines had blurred, and she couldn’t distinguish between who she was working for and who
The days after the conversation with Akihiro felt like a blur, a haze of numbness that Paula could neither shake nor make sense of. Each morning, she forced herself to get out of bed, to put on the facade of composure, to walk into the office and act as if everything was fine, when in reality, everything had crumbled around her. Akihiro’s words kept playing on a loop in her mind: “I can’t keep pretending.” They cut through her like a blade, each repetition stripping away the last remnants of her confidence.She had left his office that day with a vague sense of resolve, as though the conversation had somehow marked a closing chapter. But even as she closed the door behind her, a part of her was unsure—was this truly the end? Or had it merely been a painful pause?Paula threw herself into work, pouring her energy into managing the tasks at hand. If she could just stay busy enough, maybe the ache in her chest would lessen. But as the hours passed and the days turned into weeks, the ache
The days that followed her conversation with Akihiro were marked by a strange kind of quiet. The weight of what had happened settled heavily in the pit of Paula’s stomach. She had made a choice, and though she knew it was the right one, there was no denying the hollow emptiness that accompanied it. The truth was, she had hoped for more than just a chance to rebuild trust. She had hoped for a resolution, for Akihiro to say he could forgive her, to tell her that everything would be okay. But instead, he had asked for time—and that alone was a constant reminder of the precariousness of her situation.Paula’s life was divided into two worlds now. One was the office, where she went through the motions of her job with the same precision and focus she had always had. Her work was a constant, a routine that grounded her, even as it felt increasingly hollow. But there was no escaping the ghosts of the past that haunted her. Every email she sent, every meeting she attended, was tainted by the k
The days after Paula’s decision were an uncharted territory she never thought she would enter. The first few hours were a blur of conflicting emotions: relief, fear, and an overwhelming sense of the unknown. She had chosen to sever her ties with the mission, to let go of everything she had built in the name of family, ambition, and survival. But in doing so, she felt as though she was standing at the edge of a cliff, gazing into an abyss with no clear way down.Her phone had remained silent for a few days after her conversation with her handler. It was almost eerily quiet, as though the world was waiting for the storm to hit. It was only when she received a message from Akihiro that the gravity of her decision truly settled in.Akihiro: We need to talk. Can you meet me?The words hit her like a wave crashing against the shore. She hadn’t expected him to reach out so soon, but there it was—an invitation to face the consequences of her actions head-on. She had no idea what to expect, bu
The door to Akihiro’s office clicked shut behind her, but Paula remained frozen in the hallway. She could still feel the weight of his words, lingering like a shadow over her. It’s over. Those words kept echoing in her head, and they felt like the death knell of everything she had worked toward. The mission, the plan, the quiet manipulations—it all seemed meaningless now. She had lost him, and in doing so, had lost her purpose.Her fingers clutched at the fabric of her blouse, as though it could anchor her to something, anything, other than the sense of devastation that was settling in. It wasn’t just the failure of the mission that hurt—it was the realization that she had genuinely begun to care for him. That somewhere along the way, amidst the lies and the half-truths, she had developed feelings that she never intended to have. And now, she had ruined it all.Paula’s knees felt weak. She couldn’t stay here. She couldn’t go back to her apartment and face the emptiness of her decision
Paula sat at her desk, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen, feeling like time had stopped. The minutes, the hours—it all blurred together. She had just come from the meeting with Akihiro, a meeting that felt like it shattered the walls she had so carefully constructed. Everything she had worked for, every calculated move she had made to slowly infiltrate his trust, now felt meaningless.Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence, and her heart skipped a beat. It was from her handler.Handler: You know what to do. Don’t let personal feelings cloud the mission.She stared at the message, the words reading like a cold reminder of why she was there in the first place. But it no longer felt like just a mission. It wasn’t just about preventing the wedding anymore, about using Akihiro to her advantage. Somewhere along the way, she had started to feel something real for him, and now it was eating her from the inside out.She leaned back in her chair, letting the weight of it all settle i