MasukWalter's Point of View“Perfect!” my wardrobe assistant exclaimed after fixing the way my coat sat on my shoulders.I immediately turned away from him and faced the mirror. Truth be told, I didn’t just wear the suit—I became everything its color represented: powerful, confident, unapologetic. But deep inside, I was anxious.I studied myself in the mirror. The burgundy vest and the black fabric underneath looked like they were stitched solely for me, hugging every part of me that needed hugging. Every black button on the vest was fastened like it belonged exactly there. And the burgundy coat? The very definition of perfect. Maybe Sid actually had some use after all, he was the one who helped me choose this suit.My hair was slicked back, my stubble was clean and intentional. I smirked as I tilted my head slightly. People were right. I was handsome.“How about Samantha? Is she done?” I asked the assistant behind me. I could practically see hearts forming in his eyes in the reflection as
Samantha's Point of ViewI couldn’t sleep properly. I’d doze off for a few minutes, then wake up again. It was probably almost eleven, and I should’ve been fast asleep by now so I wouldn’t look exhausted and wrecked tomorrow. But how was I supposed to sleep when Walter clearly had no plans of letting me?God help me. His snoring was atrocious. Even though he was literally on the opposite end of the bed, I could still hear him loud and clear.I think I’ve already tried everything. I covered my ears with my hands, buried my face into the mattress and covered it with a pillow, even pulling the blanket over my head. Maybe I really was cursed today, because I forgot to bring my earphones, the one thing that could’ve saved me from Walter’s monstrous snoring.The bed kept pulling me down, but I forced myself to sit up. I moved to the edge of the soft mattress and glanced at Walter. The room was dim, but I could see his face perfectly. We argued earlier about whether or not to turn off all t
Samantha's Point of ViewI tightened my grip on my matcha green bag before approaching the hotel’s reception desk. Out of instinct, I looked behind me and saw Walter walking toward me, eyes glued to his phone. Clearly texting someone.It was my first time seeing Walter without his usual office attire. And honestly, the casual look suited him more—clean, fresh, and unfairly attractive even from a distance. Today he was wearing an olive green knit, short-sleeved polo tucked into beige trousers secured with a black belt. Miraculously, his pants weren’t tight for once. A silver watch and a silver necklace completed the look. His fairness stood out sharply under the hotel lights.Behind him were the two men who came with us—his drivers. Even if we only used one vehicle, he still brought an extra hand since they carried our things. And thanks to Valerie, I had a decent suitcase with me.“Two room reservations for Mr. Robles,” I told the receptionist with a polite smile. From behind, I felt
Walter's Point of ViewTwo days ago, Conrad had an outburst in my office. He didn’t say it directly, but he made it obvious he wanted me to feel like some egomaniac who takes pride in making terrible decisions.Maybe he was right for calling me out. Or maybe not. The truth is, I don’t care. My attention needs to be on the wedding anniversary celebration happening in two days. Even after all of the preparation, I still have shaking knees. Who wouldn’t be? Samantha already knows we only have a few days left to prepare, yet she still skipped work yesterday. It made me rethink my decision about having her as my fake girlfriend. If there was someone else willing, I wouldn’t ask her.It was an emergency absence. The reason? Of course—her family. I stayed in my office, staring at the digital invitation card Wesley sent me. A few moments later, the door opened. I thought it was Conrad again, especially because I still hadn’t taken any action regarding the terminated deal with Hacienda Oledan.
Samantha’s Point of ViewI jumped when the office door suddenly swung open and slammed shut. The Chief Operating Officer, Conrad, marched in—wearing a white polo paired with a brown tie, khaki pants, and brown leather shoes. I followed his heavy, fast steps as he headed straight to Walter’s desk. My heart pounded harder with every second. I was afraid with the possibility that they were about to fight.But one look at Walter made me doubt that would even happen. I don’t know what kind of breeze hit him today, but he looked completely calm as he watched Conrad stomp toward him.“Are you seriously that clueless about the consequences of what you did yesterday?!” Conrad snapped, pointing a finger at Walter.Walter frowned at him, shrugged, then casually pulled out the pen tucked in the chest pocket of his black coat.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Walter answered, twirling the pen between his fingers. “And don’t storm into my office like that. You’re not the kind of kid I’d li
Walter's Point of ViewFocus has suddenly become a foreign word in my vocabulary after what Samantha did earlier. Hours have passed, yet my head is still spinning from the way our bodies nearly fused when she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck. Her gaze was magnetic—pulling me closer, making it impossible to look away.“Sir?”I snapped back to reality when Samantha tapped my shoulder. We were inside the car, sitting side by side in the backseat behind the driver.“What?” I replied, annoyed, smoothing the front of my polo with my palm as my eyes stayed on hers.“We're here,” she said, her tone serious. “The driver has been calling you for a while, but you didn’t respond. You were just . . . zoning out.”I glanced at her briefly before opening the car door. “I didn’t ask for an explanation.”I stepped out and looked up at the building in front of me. Almost four in the afternoon, yet the sun still burned my skin like it was noon.“Why are we here, Sir?” Samantha asked. Her voi







