The familiar hum of keyboards and the faint chatter of reporters filled the newsroom. The scent of coffee clung to the air, mixed with the ink-and-paper aroma of freshly printed broadsheets piled at one corner. Dito ako komportable, dito ako masaya—dapat. Pero ngayong araw, kahit anong pilit kong itago, ramdam ko pa rin ang bigat ng gabing nagdaan.I tried to look presentable, a cream blouse, simple slacks, light makeup. Pero kahit gaano ko itago, halata pa rin ang pamumugto ng mga mata ko.“Phoebe, you okay?” tanong ng seatmate kong si Liza, hindi inaalis ang mga mata sa screen.“Yeah, just… puyat lang. Deadline kasi kagabi,” sagot ko, forcing a weak smile.Before she could press further, a deep, warm voice called my name.“Good morning, Miss Jimenez. Hindi ka yata natulog?”I turned, and there was Luca—tall, broad-shouldered, with that casual charm he always carried. Effortlessly good-looking, the kind of man people couldn’t help but notice.“Good morning,” I greeted, adjusting the
Last Updated : 2025-08-30 Read more