Pagbalik ni Paula sa desk niya, huminga siya nang malalim at sinubukang kumalma. Kahit ramdam niya ang adrenaline sa katawan, pinilit niyang bumalik sa professional na disposition. Isa ito sa mga araw na kailangang panatilihin niyang kontrolado ang sarili—lalo na’t ngayon pa lang nagsisimula ang laban.
Kinuha niya ang planner mula sa bag at sinimulang i-organize ang araw niya. Habang nagsusulat ng to-do list, sinuri rin niya ang initial observation niya kay Akihiro: may pagka-intimidating, tahimik, pero alerto sa lahat ng nangyayari sa paligid. Ibang klase ang presence nito—matapang, seryoso, at parang laging may binabantayan. Pero sa likod ng matalim na tingin na ‘yon, alam ni Paula na may pagkatao rin ito na maaaring mabuksan. Kailangan lang ng tamang susi.
Hindi pa man siya tapos magplano, biglang lumabas mula sa opisina si Akihiro, hawak ang isang file folder. “Miss Paula,” tawag nito. Agad siyang tumayo.
“Yes, sir?”
“I need these filed and scanned. Make sure they’re labeled properly. I don’t want to see errors.”
“Got it, sir,” sagot niya agad habang inaabot ang mga papel.
Tinitigan siya ni Akihiro nang ilang segundo bago tumango at muling pumasok sa opisina. Habang hawak niya ang mga dokumento, napansin ni Paula na medyo mas naging diretso ang boss niya kaysa kanina. Maaaring maliit lang na pagbabago, pero napansin niya ‘yon. At para sa kanya, isa na namang piraso ng puzzle ang nakuha niya.
Pagkatapos niyang ayusin at i-scan ang mga dokumento, nagpasya si Paula na dumaan muna sa pantry para uminom ng tubig. Doon niya naabutan si Bela, abala sa paglalagay ng mga snacks sa isang lalagyan.
“Uy, productive day?” tanong nito agad nang mapansin si Paula.
“Medyo. Actually, pinapafile na ako agad ni Mr. Conjuangco. Mukhang hindi siya palalampasin kahit first day ko,” sagot ni Paula sabay ngiti.
“Naku, ganyan talaga siya. Pero in fairness, kapag napansin niyang maayos ka, binibigyan ka niya ng trust. Kahit cold siya, hindi naman unfair. Strikto lang,” sagot ni Bela habang nagbubukas ng juice.
“Good to know. Alam mo, ang dami mo talagang helpful tips,” sabi ni Paula.
“Ganito talaga kapag matagal ka na sa kumpanya. You learn to read people. At dahil gusto kita, share ko na rin—kung gusto mong mag-stand out, huwag kang palaging yes girl. Akihiro respects people who can challenge him… in a respectful way.”
Napaisip si Paula. Totoo nga siguro ‘yun. Ang mga taong laging sunod lang sa utos ay hindi agad naaappreciate, lalo na ng isang tulad ni Akihiro na sanay sa power. Kailangan niyang ipakita na may sarili siyang isip—na kaya niyang makisabay, hindi lang sumunod.
Nang bumalik si Paula sa desk, nadatnan niya ang isang internal memo na may meeting si Akihiro sa mga department heads mamayang 2 PM. Kasama sa memo ang instruction na iprepare niya ang meeting room at siguraduhing maayos ang lahat. Agad siyang kumilos—chineck niya ang projector, inayos ang mga upuan, siniguradong may tubig para sa bawat participant, at inihanda ang presentation materials na pinadala ng Finance team.
Habang abala siya, dumaan si Akihiro para i-check ang setup.
“Looks good,” sabi nito matapos silipin ang loob ng meeting room. “You’re efficient.”
“Thank you, sir,” sagot ni Paula.
Ngumiti ito nang kaunti—halos hindi mo mapansin, pero sapat na para mapansin ni Paula na may approval. “Be ready to take notes. I’ll need a summary after the meeting.”
“Yes, sir.”
Nang dumating ang mga department heads, pinanatili ni Paula ang professional stance niya. Tahimik siyang umupo sa gilid, handang magsulat. Habang nagsasalita si Akihiro sa harap, napansin niya kung paano ito magdala ng diskusyon—firm, precise, at hindi natatakot magsabi ng kung ano ang kailangan. Pero may respeto. Hindi ito sigaw o bastos. At sa bawat sagot ng mga managers, pinakinggan ito ni Akihiro ng mabuti, bago sumagot.
Minsan, napapatingin ito kay Paula, lalo na kapag may binabanggit na kailangang i-note. Sa bawat tingin, pinaparamdam nito na kailangan siya—hindi lang bilang secretary, kundi bilang tao sa likod ng support system.
Matapos ang meeting, lumapit si Akihiro habang hawak pa rin ang folder ng minutes.
“I want the summary before 5 PM.”
“Understood,” sagot ni Paula.
“I don’t like wordy reports. Get to the point. But make sure nothing’s missed.”
“I’ll make it concise and complete, sir.”
Tumango ito at tumalikod.
Alas-kuwatro y media pa lang pero tapos na si Paula sa summary report. Tatlong pages lang ito, pero direct, organized, at malinaw ang flow. Dinouble-check niya ang grammar, formatting, at points bago niya ito i-print at i-staple. Dahan-dahan siyang kumatok sa opisina ni Akihiro.
“Come in,” sabi nito mula sa loob.
Pagpasok niya, iniabot niya ang report. “Here’s the meeting summary, sir.”
Kinuha ito ni Akihiro at sinimulang basahin. Ilang minuto siyang nanatiling tahimik habang nakatayo si Paula sa tapat ng desk.
Maya-maya, tinaas nito ang ulo. “Good. Organized. You got all the important points.”
Ngumiti si Paula, bahagyang nag-relax. “Thank you, sir.”
Tumingin si Akihiro nang diretso sa kanya. “You exceeded expectations today. Let’s see if you can keep this up.”
Para kay Paula, sapat na ang mga salitang iyon. Hindi man expressive si Akihiro, ang pagkilala na iyon ay isang malaking tagumpay. Isa siyang taong hindi basta-basta pumupuri—kaya’t bawat simpleng papuri ay may bigat.
Pagkatapos ng opisina, nagkita silang muli ni Amara sa isang café malapit sa tinitirhan nila. Nakasuot pa si Paula ng black dress niya, at halatang pagod pero energized pa rin ang aura niya.
“Uy, kamusta ang first day?” tanong ni Amara habang inaabot ang milk tea.
“Success,” sagot ni Paula habang ngumiti. “Napainom ko ng kape, napansin ang trabaho ko, at… pinuri ako. Konti lang, pero big deal na.”
“Boom!” sabi ni Amara, nagtaas pa ng kamao. “Day one pa lang, may progress na!”
Tumawa si Paula. “Pero seryoso, Amara… hindi siya madaling i-crack. Hindi siya flirt, hindi siya madaldal, and sobrang observant. One wrong move, out ka agad.”
“Alam ko. Kaya nga ikaw ang perfect para sa role na ‘yan. You’re not just charming, you’re smart. At kaya mong makisabay sa ganyang level.”
Naglakbay ang mata ni Paula sa labas ng bintana ng café, kung saan kita ang city lights na unti-unting lumalabas. Marami pa siyang kailangang gawin. Marami pa siyang kailangang patunayan. Pero ngayong natitiyak niyang may efekto siya sa boss niya, kahit kaunti, lalong tumitibay ang loob niya.
At kahit may halong guilt sa ginagawa niya—dahil hindi ito simpleng trabaho kundi isang misyon para pigilan ang kasal ng lalaking minahal ng kaibigan niya—pinipili pa rin niyang sumulong.
“Tomorrow’s another day,” sabi ni Paula. “And I’m just getting started.”
Sa susunod na araw, may bagong hamon na naman siyang haharapin. Pero para kay Paula, bawat araw ay bagong pagkakataon. Hindi lang para mapasok ang mundo ni Akihiro, kundi para ipakita na kaya niyang maging higit pa sa ordinaryong secretary. Isa siyang game player—at unti-unti, sinisimulan na niyang iikot ang laro sa gusto niyang direksyon.
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