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“It’s already ten, Mr. Herrera.”
“Mr. Herrera.”
“Sancho!”
I lost grip of my pen and forgot which part of the report I was reading when I heard Vernice’s voice. That was certainly not only a voice. I believe it was a scream I heard. If it were any other employee, I would have easily lost my composure and gotten angry.
Who in their right mind would scream at their boss? Vernice, apparently. By the look on her face, she must already know what I’m thinking about. The irritated look is still there, which she tried to mask with a fake apologetic smile.
“You know I hate doing that, but I'm afraid this is part of my job.”
“Screaming at me?”
“If I’ve tried all other options, well, I don’t see why not.”
“You always have something to say. Why are you even still here? ” I asked my secretary. I gla
SANCHO“It’s already ten, Mr. Herrera.”“Mr. Herrera.”“Sancho!”I lost grip of my pen and forgot which part of the report I was reading when I heard Vernice’s voice. That was certainly not only a voice. I believe it was a scream I heard. If it were any other employee, I would have easily lost my composure and gotten angry.Who in their right mind would scream at their boss? Vernice, apparently. By the look on her face, she must already know what I’m thinking about. The irritated look is still there, which she tried to mask with a fake apologetic smile.“You know I hate doing that, but I'm afraid this is part of my job.”“Screaming at me?”“If I’ve tried all other options, well, I don’t see why not.”“You always have something to say. Why are you even still here? ” I asked my secretary. I gla
SANCHO4 years later“I mean, did you see the child? It's no question she's Mr. Sancho's daughter, but the mother? Well, look again.”“Hmmm… now that you mentioned it, I kind of see it. He has dark hair. Princess Vittoria has brown hair, and the kid has the prettiest blonde hair I have ever seen.”“Yep. The hair gives it away, doesn't it? I'm sure that woman has nice blonde hair, and at the same time, I am sure it isn't Miss Vittoria.”I was about to get something in the stockroom late at night when I heard voices whispering about my child of all people.All I wanted to do at that moment was to get in between them and stop them from talking about their employer and, of all people, his child.My knuckles hurt from clenching too much. How dare they talk about Carina right under my roof? What if she walks in and hears them talking about this nonsense?Despite the voices in my head telling me to be angry and lose the slightest patience I have left, I gathered that patience and walked away
“W-what…” Words failed me. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't bring myself to even say a single word.I only stared at the baby.She's beautiful and so small. “I need to wash my hands first.” I wanted to hold her so badly, but all the contents of all the baby and parenting books I read before came flooding in my memory.“You're so beautiful,” I said when Vittoria passed her to me. She showed me the cutest smile. I know she couldn't see me clearly yet, but she has the most beautiful eyes, the most beautiful nose, and the cutest lips and cheeks. Everything.My daughter is the most beautiful thing in the world.I didn't realize I was crying until Vittoria patted my cheeks dry.“How did this happen? Did s-someone bring her here? ” I asked. I wonder if it was Clementine. It has to be her.All this time, she didn't show her face to me. I never heard a single word from her. If she wanted to keep her distance and be away, I could have given her the space she needed.But she left. With
When I got back from the restroom, Vittoria was talking to someone using my phone. Talk about privacy. I couldn’t see myself being with someone like her, much more getting married.It was a momentary lapse on my part to consider that idea, even just for a moment. That mistake is now causing me distress because it’s all over the news and social media. They market it like some fairytale affair, editing photos of us together. Little do they know, aside from basic information that is publicly available, we know nothing else.I even have to put my phone on silent and hide notifications because of the congratulatory messages I receive here and there. I wouldn’t call myself famous, but a lot of people know me, usually because of my background. Now, I feel like everybody in the world knows me.I grabbed my phone away from her before she could complete her sentence.“Shit.” I cursed when I saw Clementine had just ended the call. I glared at Vittoria. “Why did you answer the call?”She rolled h
I woke up without him again. I already expected this. I went straight to the dining table, and as usual, he already had breakfast prepared for me. There were no notes; he wouldn’t send a text. We’re living under the same roof, and he won’t even talk to me. He has been avoiding me, and I couldn’t even blame him.This is good. It's honestly just a matter of time before we set strict boundaries. But I'm bored. I have nothing to do and nowhere to go in fear that someone from work or an audition will see me. I thought a few months could easily pass by, but boy, was I wrong.I was staring at the window, wondering how I should make my day productive. Yesterday, I tried to learn how to cook. I mean, I know how to cook some cheap dish purposely made for survival and not for enjoyment. So, I spent all day figuring out if the garlic shrimp was too sweet or not buttery enough, or if it was supposed to be spicy.“They said it's a simple dish,” I was muttering to myself. “Am I really this dumb? ”I
SANCHOEven up to this day, I still wake up having nightmares about that night… the night I lost almost everyone I loved. It doesn’t matter if I’m feeling okay or I’m feeling down. It just happens randomly, catching me off guard.I would close my eyes, and I’d see how everyone looks at me like a kitten left at the side of the street to fend for itself. The people who worked and served my family are suddenly pitying me.“Abuela! ” I called, and she did look at me. I didn’t understand. She was looking at me the same way.I’ve never seen my grandmother cry, and suddenly, tears were nonstop falling from her eyes.I was scared to ask, and people are feeling the same way. No one talked to me or even dared to explain what was happening. It wasn’t until I heard from the TV. “President, Cabinet Official Son and Daughter-in-Law Killed in Plane Crash”Abuelo’s, Mamá’s, and Papá’s photos were repeatedly shown on screen. Right next to a video clip of a plane flying in weird directions until it po







