The following Friday, the office was buzzing with post-lunch energy—half the team sluggish from food coma, half buzzing from milk tea sugar highs. Kaella sat at her desk, highlighting sections of a printed report, when Trina slid into the chair beside her with a conspiratorial grin. “Girl, anong balita?” Trina whispered, eyes darting around. “’Di pa rin humuhupa ang rumors. Yung group chat namin kagabi—puro meme ng umbrella scene n’yo.” Kaella groaned, pressing her forehead into her palm. “Seriously? Di ba sila nauubusan ng topic?” “Hindi! Kasi nakakakilig daw. At mukhang may chemistry kayo ni Jerome,” Trina teased. Then she leaned in, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. “Promise, Kaells, kung hindi mo siya bet, I will.” Kaella swatted her playfully. “Tigilan mo ’yan. He’s just… Jerome.” “Uh-huh,” Trina sang, grinning knowingly. Just then, Jerome strolled by holding a stack of product brochures. “Mentor,” he said cheerfully, “may check ka ba ng mga print quality? Baka may
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