Eighteen

“You’re mine,” he said and it did not stop repeating in my mind. I wondered if he’s always this possessive of his secretary.

“Anna?” sumilip si Lance sa likod ng computer monitor ko. “Coffee break or Soda break? Anong mas gusto mo?”

“Soda na lang,” I said simply.

“Okay, my treat. Think of it as a welcome present,” Lance smiled. “Tara!”

Sabay kaming lumabas ng office at pumunta sa pinakamalapit na coffee shop.

“Do you smoke?” he asked when we were seated at a patio table.

“Dati, pero I quit.”

“Bakit?”

“Health problem – asthma,” I smiled shyly. It’s not something to be proud of.

“Wow, sakit mayaman!” he exclaimed.

“Ano naman ang nakaka-wow sa asthma?” I asked. I hope he could tell that I am offended by his reaction.

“Wala naman,