A Secretary Affair
was just a prop made of plywood and old paint, the scattered papers nothing but printed script pages.
“Tingnan mo nga ‘to,” reklamo ko, tossing the necktie onto the chair. “Kanina pa ako nagpapasiklab dito, tapos sasabihin mong kulang pa sa damdamin? Paano ko ba ibibigay kung hindi ko naman talaga nararamdaman? It’s just a scene, Sheara.”
Sheara hopped off the prop table, straightening her blouse and adjusting her skirt, her playful expression shifting to something more serious. She picked up the script from the edge and flipped through the marked pages, her voice softening this time.