Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Tenant is a Mafia Prince: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

I don’t know what happened inside Jack’s office, but if I’m to describe it now, it felt like a daydream. Like I’m not in control of my body. I don’t believe in the word hypnotize, but maybe I should now.I immediately left the office without saying anything and I knew I failed that interview. But to my surprise, a secretary was waiting by the door when I came out and she explained the onboarding process. She advised that I look for Elsie the next day for proper guidance.It’s almost 5 o’clock when I reached the coffee shop and I ordered two drinks and a slice of cake to celebrate my employment. But when I went back to Alternate Horizon’s office I was greeted by an unusual sight. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Steffan,” I heard the young girl say as she hurriedly wipes the stains on his shirt. She started wiping his chest area then down on his stomach until she literally disappeared under the desk. I didn’t want to interrupt their moment so I hid behind a post watching, as he reached down to get

The event hall was lively the whole morning even when the official event will only start in the afternoon. The morning is open for public to showcase the smaller drones for home and personal use. And I can tell it’s already a huge hit especially to children. The afternoon is a formal invite-only event where all stakeholders will be present to do press briefings. Our aim is to entice the public to buy our products but it seems we don’t need the afternoon event any more. We’ve already reached our sales quota within the first three hours of opening. And I can’t be any happier now. Nothing can shake my mood for the whole day.Or so I thought.As soon as the invited guests started arriving in the afternoon, the expo hall became livelier than usual. But no one was prepared when a certain someone walked in in a tight-fitting, off-shoulder black dress that accentuated all her curves in the right places. It wasn’t a revealing dress, but it makes people want to linger more trying to figure out w

If I’m hesitating before, now I’m convinced that I cannot write about the budget discrepancy carelessly. Not when they’re threatening Steffan. Poor Steffan, always getting in trouble because of his association with me. I finally realized what he meant when he told me I shouldn’t be at the expo. Maybe he found something troubling and he knew I wouldn’t let it go if I found out.“Thanks for waiting,” I heard Steffan’s voice and I was flooded with relief. I thought he was already kidnapped by those ladies and wouldn’t come home to me anymore. And that thought was enough for me to wrap my arms around him while burying my head on his chest.“Thank you, Steffan,” I said in a mumbled voice. He was surprised by my action but we stayed in that position until we heard a familiar voice.“Try to lessen the PDA, lovebirds. Parking lot is still a public area,” Alex reminded before walking past us to

Arranging for Colette’s affairs have taken much of my morning and when I reached our apartment, it was almost noon. I was expecting her fuming at home because of the bad reviews but I found the living room dark with the blackout curtains drawn.I let the door open allowing the natural light to seep inside but the image that greeted me etched deep in my soul. I found her lying on the couch, letting out soft sobs, too tired to even move. I have heard screams of anger, or cries of anguish but nothing could prepare me to hear her soft sobs of surrender. That and the pill bottles on the centre table answered my question before. How could she grow up fine after surviving everything she experienced? And the answer is staring at me right in the face. In the form of orange bottles.“Hey,” she greeted weakly as she tries to hide the bottles in a bag.I sat beside her not saying a word just observing what she’s doing. Just as she finished packing, I pulled her weightless body and sat her on my l

“What’s that?” Steffan curiously asked when I almost jumped in surprise.“Nothing,” I said as I quickly opened his email. But there’s no other content in the email. Just a flirty, eye-catching subject and a drone.The drone?The one I won yesterday as a bribe from the military? How did he put a memory card in it? Maybe ‘how’ is immaterial, but when? I have a lot of questions but first things first, I need to check if my drone really has a memory card in it.“Steffan, did someone dropped by this afternoon while I was out?” I asked when I found a memory card in the drone just like how Ace mentioned it.“No. I was alone the whole time expect for the delivery girl when I asked Officer Johnny to send us food,” he recalled.“Did you let her in?”“No, I asked her to leave the food outside. Is something wrong?” he asked with worry.I knew it was a memory card from Ace because it’s an old memory card with a small capacity. I could feel my hands shaking and heart pounding as I insert the card i