Biglang tumunog ang phone ni Martha na ikinagulat nilang dalawa. Nakasagad kasi ang volume nito at sobrang nakakagulat ang sound nito kaya naman nagulat talaga lalo na ang binata na relax na relax pa naman sa kanyang swivel chair. “Ay, sorry, sorry, Osiris, tumunog lang yung alarm ko,” ani Martha at bahagyang napangisi nang maalala kung paano nagulat si Osiris. Magugulatin pala ang binata, ‘yan ang naging impression niya rito sa lalaki. Hindi naman in a negative way but she find it cute though, Dinukot niya ang phone sa kabubukas lang ng zipper ng shoulder bag niyang hindi malaman kung anong brand dahil wala namang nakatatak at hindi kilala ang design nito. Pinahinto niya ang tunog, matapos i-snooze ang alarm ay ibinalik niya na rin agad sa bag iyong phone niya. Ngumiti siya nang tipid nang ibalik niyang muli kay Osiris ang kanyang mga tingin at napagtantong kanina pa rin siya pinapanood nitong binata na itong nasundan na lahat ng ikinilos niya. “Bakit?” tano

Paano na nga ba ‘to? Puro paano ang nasa isip ni Osiris ngayon kahit he’s still doing stuffs just to distract himself but the fact na he’s gonna be in an unsure journey ng paghahanap sa babaeng hindi niya naman alam kung saan hahagilapin… it such an anxiety! He swore.As Osiris surveyed the scattered documents and rearranged his table, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a medley of musings that danced like fireflies in the twilight. "How will I be able to find that girl?" he mused aloud, his voice a blend of contemplation and mild exasperation. His fingers instinctively reached for a stray paper, as if the task at hand provided a momentary distraction from the puzzle before him. With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to the open window that framed a canva

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently illuminating the room as Osiris stirred from his slumber. His eyes blinked open, and a sense of contentment washed over him, as if the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders. With a stretch and a yawn, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet finding the cool surface of the floor. As he stood, a rush of determination surged within him. The events of the previous day, the conversations and connections he had forged, had ignited a fire within him. He was no longer in the dark; he had a lead, a direction to follow, and the knowledge that Martha was not an enigma beyond reach. With a renewed sense of purpose, he reached for his phone, scrolling through the messages once again. Each word seemed to resonate with newfound clarity, a roadmap of possibilities. His fingers traced over the text, as if seeking confirmation that this was not a figment of his imagination. His heart beat with a steady rhythm, a cade

Martha's enthusiasm was infectious as she continued to gush about the restaurant's exquisite features. "And look at the menu! I've never seen such a selection before! Lobster, filet mignon, truffle risotto… It's like a dream come true."Osiris chuckled, his appreciation for the moment mirrored in his eyes. "You're right. The menu here is something else. And the fact that we can enjoy it together makes it even better."As they entered the restaurant, Martha's excitement only grew, her eyes widening as she took in every detail. She couldn't help but share her thoughts out loud. "The ambiance, the music, even the waitstaff – everything is so top-notch. This is way beyond anything I could have imagined."Osiris nodded, his gaze moving across the elegant space. "It's a testament to hard work and determination. From where we both came, places like this were distant aspirations. Now, we're here, enjoying this moment."Martha's eyes met Osiris's, a shared understanding passing between them. "

As days turned into weeks, Martha's familiarity with her role as Mr. Osiris's secretary grew. The former male secretary, a kind and patient mentor, guided her through the intricacies of the job with unwavering dedication. His experience served as a compass, leading Martha through the labyrinth of tasks and responsibilities.Each morning, he would sit with her, meticulously explaining the nuances of scheduling, managing calls, and prioritizing tasks. His words were a map, charting the course of her professional journey. Martha listened attentively, absorbing his wisdom like a sponge soaking up water.Osiris, observing their interactions from a distance, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He had grown accustomed to Martha's presence in his life, her dedication to her role bringing them into close proximity day after day. And yet, the former male secretary's involvement gnawed at him – an unsettling reminder of the bond they shared.One afternoon, as Martha and the former male se