=Sera’s POV=
Pagkatapos sa presinto, dumiretso ako sa pinakamalapit na café. Hindi ko na kinaya umuwi agad. My head was pounding from everything—Julian’s condition, Damien’s silence, and the truth na unti-unting lumilinaw.
“Ate Eli!”
Lumingon ako. Si Camille. She looked like she hadn’t slept either, wearing an oversized hoodie at may eye bags rin siya. Just like me. She walked toward me habang hawak ang dalawa naming drinks.
“Caramel macchiato mo. Medium. Extra shot. Parang ikaw—strong, pero sweet,” she smiled weakly.
Napangiti ako kahit papaano. “Salamat, Camille.”
Umupo siya sa tapat ko, tahimik muna pareho. Parehong pagod. Parehong may kinikimkim.
“Eli,” she started, swirling her coffee cup. Also, not using her callsign with me. "What...What really happened? Sa presinto? Sa CCTV?”
Huminga ako nang malalim. “Wala silang nakita na nanakit si Damien. Walang footage inside Julian’s office, pero lumabas si Damien
=Sera's POV=Nang sinabi sa akin ni Damien ang tungkol kay Julian, para akong sinuntok sa sikmura."He named you in an affidavit, Sera," he had said, eyes serious, voice steady. "Framed you. Made it look like you helped him move funds."Para akong nabilaukan sa hangin.Hindi ko alam kung paano ako nakarating sa kwarto, or kung paano ako nakaupo ngayon sa gilid ng kama, hawak ang phone pero wala ring lakas para gumalaw. Paulit-ulit tumutugtog sa ulo ko 'yung sinabi ni Damien.Framed. Named. Disputed accounts. Navarro Properties."Sera," Damien’s voice was softer now, sitting beside me. "You don’t have to face this alone."“Hindi ko alam, Damien,” bulong ko, halos pabulong. “Bakit ako?”“I don’t think it’s just about you,” he replied. “I think he wants leverage. Against the company. Against you and maybe even me.”At doon ko naramdaman 'yung urgency. Kung may naka-file na ganun sa legal system, kahit seale
=Damien's POV=The call came in the next evening—precisely twenty-four hours later.I stepped out onto the balcony to take it, away from Seraphina, who was in the bedroom preparing for tomorrow’s early meeting with the board.“Alvarez?” I answered, voice low.[Got what you need.] he replied. [And you’re not going to like it.]“Tell me anyway.”[Julian Reyes was discharged two weeks earlier than expected. Quietly. Paid off a private medical team to sign the clearances. He’s still recovering, but mobile.]That was fast. Too fast.“Where is he?”[Last tracked—Tagaytay. He’s renting a private villa under a shell company. The property’s been used by several questionable names in the past, mostly offshore investors with links to illegal financing.]“And the company?”
=Damien's POV=She’d been quiet.Not the kind of silence that felt peaceful—Seraphina’s stillness now was heavy, almost loud in how much it wasn’t saying. I noticed it the moment we got back from the office. She moved around the condo with her usual grace, but her eyes were somewhere else.Not here. Not with me.And I knew exactly when it started—after she told me she visited Julian in the hospital.“You didn’t have to go,” I had told her that morning, carefully, watching for her reaction.She just looked at me, her gaze unreadable. “I needed to,” she said.Her words felt like it has too many layers.Now, hours later, she was curled up on the couch, pretending to read through her laptop screen, but she hadn’t touched the keyboard for minutes. The reflection of the screen danced across her face, but her eyes weren’t following the text.
=Sera's POV=The city outside the glass walls of ValeCorp blurred into streaks of sunlight and shadow. I sat behind my desk, pretending to be immersed in data sheets, pero totoo niyan, my mind was far away.Three days na simula nang huling beses kong makausap si Julian. Akala ko noon, matapos 'yon ay makakahinga na 'ko. Pero hindi pala. His words, the way his eyes bore into mine like he still owned a piece of me — they lingered. Worse, they haunted.I chose not to tell Damien. Hindi pa. Hindi dahil gusto kong magsinungaling, pero dahil hindi ko kayang guluhin pa lalo ang sitwasyon namin. Damien had been more open lately. Mas gentle, mas present. He was trying. And for once, I wanted to protect that."Ate Eli," Camille's voice sliced through my thoughts. "You okay?"I blinked up at her. Nakangiti siya, pero may bahid ng pag-aalala ang tingin."Yeah. Just thinking about the pitch," I lied."Well, that I believe," she sa
=Sera’s POV=The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the conference table habang binabasa ko ang huling page ng proposal na dapat kong i-submit bukas. But none of the words stuck. Lahat lumulutang sa isip ko, nagsasapawan, parang ang ingay-ingay kahit walang tunog sa paligid.I’ve reread this paragraph five times. Still nothing.I rubbed my temples, sinubukang i-block out ang echo ng boses ni Julian—“Magiging akin ka rin, Eli.”Nakakabingi.Bumukas ang pinto. Camille peeked in, holding two coffee cups.“Baka kailangan mo ’to,” she said, stepping in and handing me one.I smiled. “You’re a mind reader.”She sat beside me, sipping hers. “You’ve been zoning out all afternoon. Spill. Something’s off.”“Wala. Stress lang.” I took a sip. “'Yung pitch bukas, at saka… marami lang iniisip.
=Sera's POV=I stared at my reflection sa salamin ng banyo sa kwarto namin ni Damien. Walang make-up, walang pretensions, just my tired eyes and pale lips. For the past few days, I’ve been forcing myself to function like nothing happened.No one knew what Julian said—no one but me. And I intended to keep it that way.Dahan-dahan kong binasa ang kamay ko. The cold water helped me breathe, kahit papaano. Ilang segundo pa ay narinig ko ang pagbukas ng pinto sa kwarto. Damien’s footsteps were soft but certain.“Hey,” he called out from outside the bathroom. “Are you okay?”“Yeah,” sagot ko agad. I took one last look at myself before stepping out. I had to be okay. Or at least, I had to look like it.Nakatayo siya sa gilid ng kama, sleeves rolled up, phone in hand. His eyes immediately scanned my face.“You sure?”I nodded, forcing a small smile. &ldq