Guard My Body

Twelfth Temptation

IF only I could grab her hair, smash her face, pop her fake boobs and skin her alive, I would do it without a doubt. That's what I thought. But in my situation. . . I'd rather not do those to the representative of LGM, Ms. Heather Kyla Agustin.

We are both sitting across each other with only a piece of coffee table between us. And thank God, the distance between us helped me maintain my composure.

"So Ms. Dela Merced, what do YOU need?" She said while emphasizing the word 'YOU' with a smirk.

I would totally shave off her scalp . . . if only I could.

A fake smile formed my lips as I looked at her. "I'm here to secure our place in this upcoming bid. I don't know what my mother said and did but I can assure you one thing. . . we are not backing down without a fight." 

She crossed her leg and grabbed the glass of wine situated on the table. Whirling it like it was some kind of amusing thing to do. It took a while before she finally spoke.

"Hmmm. . . Feisty aren't we? Well, dear. . . you don't have to worry about that. Someone already fixed the mess that your mother created. You should be grateful."

I sighed in relief as soon as she finished speaking. 

Yes.

Kung pwede lang sumigaw ng malakas at tumalon-talon. . . nako dapat ginawa ko na!

This is unexpected! But well. . . it turned out good for us, Cara, Me and Soleste of course. 

Sa sobrang saya ay hindi ko napansin na natahimik na pala ako. As if I was silently celebrating. Tumayo mula sa kinauupuan niya si Ms. Agustin. . . may kinuha ito mula sa kanyang table. 

Isang makapal na folder ang bitbit nito habang naglalakad patungo sa pwesto ko. 

She handed it to me while saying, "These are the details for the bidding. . . you should thank him." 

Him?

Sino kaya itong lalaking ito? Why would he help us?

Itatanong ko na sana kung sino ang benefactor na ito ngunit nakapaskil sa mukha ni Ms. Agustin ang mga salitang 'don't you dare ask'. Kaya minabuti ko na lamang umalis.

I heard her say, 'what a lucky bitch' , bago tuluyang magsara ang pinto ng elevator.

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"Hey Babe!" pambungad ng babaeng tumawag. 

Tamad na bumangon mula sa kanyang magulong kama si Midas. Nagising ito mula sa bulahaw ng maingay na telepono kaya't napilitan nalang itong sagutin kahit ito'y inaantok pa. 

"What is it this time?" he groggily responded. 

Mumunting hagikhik ng babae ang umalingaw-ngaw mula sa kabilang linya. "She came here earlier, you know. . . Well . . . I just did what you told me to do." 

Biglang nahimasmasan ang lalaki pagkarinig niya nito. He immediately stood up from his bed and went straight to his drawer located just right beside his closet. Hinugot nito ang isang asul at itim na teleponong nakatago roon,. Ginagamit niya ang itim para sa business contacts at ang asul naman ay ang kanyang private number. 

Disposable ang number na binigay niya sa babaeng nasa kabilang linya upang maiwasan ang personal na relasyon at koneksyon. 

He checked his blue phone for any messages or calls. Gumuhit ang ngiti sa kanyang mga labi nang makita nito na may text message mula sa babaeng kinagigiliwan niya.