How To Be A Mistress
I handed the pen back to him, along with the napkin.
Silas’s eyes widened as he read the word. His face turned from arrogant to ghostly pale in a matter of seconds. “Where… where did you hear that word?”
“That has been my favorite word, Senator,” I whispered. “Sabi nila, ang Jade ay hindi namamatay. Naghihintay lang itong mahasa para maging matalim.”
Bago pa siya makapagsalita, tumalikod na ako. I walked away with the poise of a Valderama, leaving him standing there, trembling, clutching the pen like a lifeline that was about to break.
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