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The sound of my six-inch Chanel stiletto echoed through the busting halls of the topmost floor of the biggest and most renowned ship building company in the whole of Asia.

My black crossover halter bodycon dress clung to my body like it's my second skin as I sauntered across the long hallway.

Pinaraan ko sa maikling buhok ang mga daliri at impressed na tinitigan ang bagong renovated na lugar. Tumigil ako sa harapan ng isang portrait at hindi napigil ang paghanga.

"Wow. I never thought I could look this good in a painting," I exclaimed when I took a closer look at it.

Before me is a magnificently made painting of myself dressed in a black gown. My hair is in a loose and I had that wicked mysterious look in my eyes while looking at the apperture. The painter perfectly captured my lost self some years ago.

Dahan-dahan akong pumihit para tingnan ang isa pang portrait na nasa kabilang bahagi ng hallway.

Kumurap ako nang makailang beses at parang natunaw ang puso ko sa nakita. Matamis ang