MY SECRETARY HATES ME? [ ENGLISH VER. ]
He, in turn, brushed off his pants, seemingly unfazed by the collision, and then looked up at me as if we had never met before in our lives.
"Ha!" I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "Small world, isn't it? Surely, you remember this face, right?" I asked, gesturing to myself with a sarcastic flourish.
"Sorry?" he asked, his tone dripping with arrogance and his accent overly pronounced. English, really? "Sorry?" I mocked him, unable to hide my disgust. "Oh, so after you robbed me and treated me like trash on the jeepney, you suddenly have amnesia?"