Out of Reach | Mikhaiah

Chapter 25

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are purely coincidental. Read, enjoy, and don't take it too seriously!

- ✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✦ -

Arisha's POV:

"Ms. Yñares! Your limited-edition Louis Vuitton bag has arrived!" Gremma, my ever-so-talkative secretary, practically skipped into my office, clutching the elegant paper bag like it was the Holy Grail.

My eyes immediately lit up. Finally.

"This is my kind of therapy," I murmured, reaching for the bag and running my fingers along the luxurious leather. A small smile played on my lips. "Worth the wait."

She gasped dramatically. "Ma'am, grabe! That bag is soooo you. But like, real talk, you have-what?-fifty of these na? Baka naman we need to build a museum for your collection!"

I shot her a look.

She stiffened. "I mean! Of course! It's different! Special! Limited-edition, nga naman! Bags are an investment, diba, Ma'am? And you deserve all of them! Who am I to question your shopping decisions?"

I sighed, shaking my head. "Gremma, just let me enjoy this moment."

"Yes, Ma'am! Enjoying with you!" she chirped, standing there, hands clasped in front of her, as if waiting for further instructions.

I placed the bag on my desk and leaned back in my chair. "I've been thinking of building my dream house near the company," I mused. "Pero my schedule is insane. I don't even have time to breathe, let alone plan a house."

Gremma's eyes widened. "Omg, Ma'am! That's sooo exciting! But like, how?? Your schedule is packed, Ma'am! Like, sobrang puno. Paano niyo ipapasok 'yan? Unless may hidden extra hours sa day that only rich people know about-"

"Gremma."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"You're talking too much again."

She clasped her mouth. "Oh. Right. Sorry, Ma'am. Shutting up."

Before I could say anything else, she quickly handed me a brown envelope. "Anyway! Speaking of schedules! Ma'am Valtherone stopped by kanina! She left this for you!"

I took the envelope and opened it. My brows furrowed. New practice schedules?

"What is this?" I muttered. "Another endorsement? Akala ko ba final na lahat?"

She let out a nervous laugh. "Uhh, I think it's an adjustment, Ma'am? Something about new collaborations? More shoots? More rehearsals? Basically, more stress? Pero kaya niyo naman 'yan, Ma'am! You're, like, a superwoman!"

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Can you get me some coffee?"

"Just coffee, Ma'am?" she asked, hesitating.

I looked up at her with an unimpressed stare. "Is there a problem?"

She gulped. "W-well, it's just that... you haven't eaten all day, Ma'am... And like, as your super concerned and super loyal secretary, I feel like maybe, maybe you should eat? Even a little? A crumb?"

"Gremma"

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Coffee."

"But like, maybe a sandwich? A cookie? A tiny, tiny bite of something? You know, just so you don't collapse and-"

"Gremma."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"If you don't get me my coffee now, you won't be able to eat anything either."