Mag-log inNatapos man ang meeting, ngunit naririnig pa rin ni Aiden ang sinabi ni Chloe. Paulit-ulit ito sa kanyang isipan.
Challenge accepted, Mr. Ramirez.
Aiden watched her leave, diretso ang lakad at kalkukado ang kilos bago lumabas ng nasabing conference room. He couldn't help but smile. Inaasahan niyang parang maamong tupa na tatahimik lamang ang dalaga, to shrink under the pressure of his demands, but instead, she had risen to the occassion. Sinikap niyang maging propesyonal sa harapan ni Chloe, treating her like a blank canvas, pero iba ang babaeng ito. She had played the game perfectly, meeting his cold professionalism with a quiet fire of her own.
Tinungo niya ang kanyang desk at pinagmasdan ang project folder. He had to admit, the corporate campus project was exciting, pero hindi ito ang tunay na dahilan bakit isinali niya si Chloe dito. May mapagkakatiwalaan siyang architects na maaaring mag-takeover sa project na ito. Mga architect na kaya ring gumawa ng blueprint para sa kanya.
Ang talagang kailangan niya ay isang partner sa mas sensitibong operasyon. Aiden had discovered some troubking incosistencies within his company's latest acquisition, at ang tanging paraan na naiisip niya para malaman ang puno't dulo nito ay ang gumawa ng secret investigation sa kabila ng isang malaking proyekto.
The man looked at the city light twinkling below. Nakita na niya ang hinahanap niya, ngunit kailangan niyang masigurado na sasamahan siya nito sa kanyang mga plano. He didn't want to just offer her a job. He wanted offer her a challenge she couldn't refuse.
Isang linggo makalipas ang kanilang encounter, naging normal na ulit ang isipan ng dalaga. She was neck-deep in different project, her mind fully focused on her work. Nagawa nyang kalimutan saglit si Aiden at ilagay ito sa isang sulok ng kanyang isip. Akala niya ay tapos na siya sa lalaking ito, pero nagkakamali pala siya.
Aiden leaned back in his chair, he smiled when a sudden thought hit him. He wasn't going to email jsut email her the details. Masyadong pormal kapag email, mabilis matatapos ang usapan. He picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts hanggang sa mahanap niya ang pakay. He dialed the number, a receptionist answered, at sandali siyang pinaghintay nito sa kabilang linya.
"Ms. Villanueva's line, this is Chloe speaking." ang boses nito ay propesyonal pa rin, ngunit isang tugtugin para sa kanyang pandinig.
He took a slow breath, letting the moment hang in the air before he spoke. "Chloe, it's Aiden. Aiden Ramirez."
Isang nakabibinging katahimikan ang natanggap niya matapos sabihin ang kanyang pangalan. Yet it is the most satisfying sound he had heard all day. Nakikinita niya sa kanyang imahinasyon ang kunot nitong noo dala ng pagkalito or ang pamumula ng mga pisngi nito every time he shift his gaze on her way.
"Oh, Mr. Ramirez, hmm.." she said finally, mababakas sa tinig nito ang pagkalito na hindi niya maayos na naitago. "Is there an issue with the project?"
He waved his hand in the air, "No, no issue at all," sambit naman ng binata. "By the way, I'm calling to propose a discussion.. a more informal one." Tumikhim muna si Aiden bago nagpatuloy sa pagsasalita. "The project has some sensitive elements I'd prefer not to discuss over email. Will a dinner with me be okay, to discuss over the details?"
Chloe's mind, which had just started to find its equilibrium, was snow spinning out of control- again.
Dinner? Isang salita, pero parang delikado para sa kanya. Isang paanyaya na muling burahin ang linya na kanyang nilagay sa pagitan nila ng binata. Sa kanyang imahinasyon, she pictured him sitting across from her but in a dim lit restaurant, his eyes holding that intense dark gaze she remembered from the bar.
"Ahm uhm, di ako sigurado kung iyan ba ay talagang kailangan." her professional instincts were screaming for a reason. "Maybe we can discuss everything in a meeting." Kumuha pa ito ng sticky note at ballpen upang mag-jot ng details. "What date and time are we g----"
"We could," he interrupted. "But my schedule is rather.. demanding. At alam kong alam mo iyon. You'll find this a much more efficient use of our time. Because we both do not want to waste time, if I remembered it correctly."
"But, Mr. Ramirez, we c---"
He cut her off again as if telling that her opinions doesn't really matter this time around.
"You told me, it's a key part of the project, Ms. Villanueva. I wouldn't ask if it weren't."
The silence stretched out again like an invisible line that only the two of them could feel.
Aiden had made his move, and the ball was in Chloe's court. Kalkulado ng lalaki ang lahat ng kanyang galaw, na parang ang lahat ng tungkol sa kanya ay alam nito.
He wasn't just offering a dinner, but an exclusive sneek peek into his world- a strategic opportunity that no ambitious architect could refuse.
Hindi ba't ito naman ang gusto mo, Chloe? Ang makilala siya? Eh, bakit nagdadalawang-isip ka pa? Sinabunutan pa ng dalaga ang sariling buhok dahil sa labis na kalituhan. Hindi pa ito nakontento sa ginawa at pinisil pa niya ang sariling pisngi upang magising kung sakaling siya man ay nananaginip.
Her logical mind wanted to decline, to keep things strictly professional between them. Pero iba ang sinasabi ng ambisyon niya, at isa itong pwersa na lumulukob sa buong pagkatao niya. It told her to take the chance. Think of it as a business decision. That's all it was.
"Alright," sagot ng dalaga matapos ang mahabang katahimikan, isang desisyon ang nabuo. "I'll accept your invitation, Mr. Ramirez. Send me the details."
Aiden's smile was slow and triumphant. " Sige." at pinutol na ang tawag. Natapos ang kanilang pag-uusap sa simpleng palitan ng email.
Tinitigan pa ni Chloe ang hawak niyang telephone, sapagkat ang puso niya ay nagwawala sa kanyang rib cage.
Tama ba itong pinasok ko? Bakit iba ang pakiramdam ko? bulong ng dalaga sa sarili.
Pumayag siya. She had accepted the challenge, and she knew, isang kasiguraduhan na sagad hanggang buto- that she walked right into his game.
The echoing, cold voice of Marcus—the final broadcast of 'M'—cut through the immediate chaos. It was a digital echo, meticulously planned, timed to perfection, and designed to land its truth bomb at the exact moment of his capture or presumed death. The message, amplified through a hidden, powerful transmitter in the warehouse, was surely hitting every frequency in the city.Aiden released Marcus, staggering back from the heat of the growing fire. The officers, momentarily paralyzed by the shocking message and the roaring flames, stared wide-eyed at their prisoner."This is the final broadcast of M, the Architect. The city's true heart has been saved by the man you call the fugitive," Marcus's recorded voice declared, chillingly calm. "He is innocent. The bomb, hidden within the City's Heart park, was disarmed using a code derived from the Golden Ratio—a silent tribute to the genius of my son, Leon, whose brilliance was overshadowed by the mediocrity of the industry and the arrogance
The unmarked police car sliced through the pre-dawn darkness, heading relentlessly toward the East. Aiden and Chloe were squeezed into the back, their exhaustion warring with a frantic new sense of purpose. The two 'undercover' officers—silent, serious men—felt less like protection and more like vigilant custodians."We're doing the right thing, right? Trusting that piece of information?" Chloe whispered, her eyes fixed on the blurring streetlights. The knowledge that Isabel was gone, sacrificed in a blaze to buy them this time, sat like a cold stone in her gut.Aiden nodded, staring at the map projected onto his internal mind's eye. "It’s not just a piece of information, Chloe. It's the only logical trajectory left in Marcus’s design. He failed to destroy the city, he failed to frame us, so he's defaulting to his deepest obsession: controlling the narrative around Leon's genius. Kukunin niya ang sining ni Leon."He shifted, the handcuffs from earlier leaving a painful residue on his
The triumphant green light on the disarmed device was the last thing Aiden saw before the park was flooded with police lights. The silence that followed the cessation of the timer was short-lived, replaced by the shouts of the police officers who had them surrounded."Hands up! Don't move!" The voice belonged to a tall, imposing man wearing the insignia of a police captain. His gun was drawn, his face a mask of cold, professional suspicion.Aiden and Chloe slowly raised their hands, the empty space between them and the officers feeling vast and insurmountable. They had saved the city, but they were now caught in the final, meticulously crafted trap."Captain," Aiden said, his voice surprisingly steady, despite the tremor in his hands. "You need to listen to me. There's been a massive criminal conspiracy. The man responsible is Marcus, a former architecture professor. He framed us. The bomb is disarmed, but he is the real threat."The captain let out a short, humorless laugh. "Sinungal
The flashing blue and red lights of the police cars were a mirror image of the chaos in their hearts. They were running out of time, and now they were outlaws. Aiden’s grip tightened on the steering wheel of the old taxi.“M didn’t just call the police,” Aiden grunted, swerving around a slow-moving delivery truck. “He likely fabricated evidence, something convincing enough to turn the tables. He wants us delayed, caught, or, better yet, dead, so he can trigger his final failsafe.”“Don’t stop,” Chloe urged, glancing desperately at the rearview mirror. The sirens were getting closer. “We have to assume he’s already set the Central Park bomb. We need to find a way to disarm it, not argue our innocence.”Aiden’s eyes darted to the clock on the taxi's dashboard: 7 minutes left. They were two blocks from the park entrance.“The code,” he muttered, his architect’s mind finally cutting through the panic. “Marcus gave us a choice on those tablets, but he said the code was inside the heart scu
The blaring alarm in the museum was a physical assault on their senses. It was a terrifying, high-pitched scream that confirmed the horrifying reality of their situation. The elegant, sterile halls of the museum, once filled with the ghosts of failed projects, now felt like a deathtrap. Every second was a hammer blow to their hearts. There was no time to question, no time to grieve for the lives they were about to lose. There was only the present, a relentless, ticking clock that was counting down their final moments."Go! Go!" Chloe screamed, pulling Aiden by the arm. The museum, once a quiet, solemn place, was now a labyrinth of terror. The heavy steel fire doors had locked automatically, and the windows, reinforced against break-ins, were unyielding. They ran, not towards the main entrance, but towards the back, where the old service stairwell offered a sliver of hope. They pushed open the heavy door and ran down the stairs, their frantic footsteps echoing in the silence. They could
The air in the museum was heavy with the weight of Marcus’s unspoken pain and his twisted genius. He stood before them, not as a killer, but as a puppeteer who had finally revealed his face. He had brought them to a place that held the ghosts of his and his son's past, a mausoleum of broken dreams. The vast, cavernous halls were filled with the silent specters of failed projects—a towering, skeletal model of a sky rail that was never built, a miniature city of glass and steel that was deemed too "ambitious," and blueprints for a thousand buildings that would never exist. These were the ghosts of his genius, the children he had been denied."Welcome," Marcus said, his voice as calm as a still lake. "Welcome to my sanctuary. To the true heart of my work. The world saw me as a professor, a failed architect. But in here… in here, I was a god. I created worlds that never came to be. And you, Aiden, were the only one who could have understood them. But you chose to sell your soul for the ea







