AGASHER DAME REYES' POINT OF VIEW
I took a long sigh before knocking on the door of Sir Buhangin slash Nasty perfectionist.
I'm seven minutes late!
What about Nanang when I die? What about Baby Pseudonym when she lost her mommy?
I knocked three more times but no one answered.
Ah, maybe he died earlier than me? I cursed him earlier that he would have died earlier when I was in the elevator with Bullet. But of course just a whisper.
Bullet might even report me.
"Sir! Are you still alive?" I shouted while knocking. But still, no one answered.
I just turned the lock and opened the door.
Nobody.
Nice, you idiot Dame!
"Maybe he hung himself in the bathroom because he was so depressed waiting for his coffee? I hope so—" I stopped talking when I heard someone barking behind me.
I close my eyes firmly.
Spell stupid, D-A-M-E!
"I'm not going to do that in just for that fucking coffee!" it shouted at my face as I faced him.
"You know Ser Buhangin este Sir Sandro. This is just my mouth so please forgive me." Then I gave him my sweetest smile that sheds a brief!
"Don't smile, Agasher, okay? You look like a fucking crazy clown."
I was slightly aroused. "The clown is bad, Sir. You look like shit when you speak Tagalog." But of course, the end is just a whisper. Maybe later the person I'm talking to will explode again.
"What?" He asked incredulously.
I looked at him pretending to be curious. "Sir Sandro? Ah! I told you how handsome you are!"
"Tch! Get out!" I hurried out of his office.
It's hard for him to kill me in no time.
When I got out of his office I immediately went to my desk.
Of course, I just fixed and signed what I was going to do.
"I will also make a report ahead!" I was about to take the two folders on my side when suddenly someone called.
"Good afternoon, I am Agasher. Mr. Salvador's secretary what may I help you?" I answered immediately on the other line.
"Oh! New secretary?" The annoyance is obvious in her voice.
"Who are they?" I asked on the other line.
"I am Sandro's fiancé, may I talk to him?" it says rudely. Fiancé?
"He's busy, Ma'am. He doesn't want to bother." I pretend.
"Argh what? Fine! You just go tomorrow. I have something important to say. 10 am at El lieché café." I tsked before ended the call. Her voice seems to be annoying I don't know!
***
"Agasher, haven't you come home yet?" Jean asked me while keeping her eyes on the phone.
"Maybe later because Sir Sandro might order something more from me." it made her lookup. "Nah-ah you should go home, Sandro has nothing to order because it will take a long time so there must be no disturbance, so you can go home but if you want to come with me?" smiling she said to me. Where else? Is this woman planning something?
"Where?"
"Just, hurry! You'll enjoy it." she stood me up and dragged me out of the building.
***
SOMEONE's POINT OF VIEW
I will be going to beat her up tomorrow. Does she freaking want to steal my fiancé ?! What a gold digger.
"Ma'am Sanchez, all your belongings are ready." my staff said politely while bowing.
"Good boy, Johnson. You can go now."
"Ready yourself tomorrow, you witch!"
***
AGASHER DAME REYES' POINT OF VIEW.
I am bent over now while crying. I don't know why I went to this noisy place and the stench ended. It looks like a mixture of flirty, alcohol and cigarettes.
I have a headache and then I feel something heavy on my chest.
"Mom, Dad I'm sorry." I want to cry out loud.
"Mommy! I'm so sorry for what I did, please forgive me. Forgive me." It's been 3 years since I did something I shouldn't have.
"Daddy! Huhuhu!" it was as if I was madly crying here while still laughing. It's mental next.
"Why do you have favoritism? Why can't you focus on me? I have honors! I thought I'm your princess? Your favorite princess too? But. Why do you only pay attention to Tremaine? I hate you all people! I hate you all! " I felt someone caress my hair as I bent down.
"What is your problem, woman?" I cried, even more, when I heard that voice. He's back. The man that I loved.
"Stop crying, Dame." he comforted me. I missed this.
"Kyle," I cried even louder when I heard another voice.
"Why are you here, Babe?" I heard Kyle ask her.
"I just saw you. By the way, who's that girl?" I can also feel Yvanna staring at me.
"Friend of mine." it was as if my heart was broken because of what he said.
"Okay, I'll wait for you at our table." I heard it say goodbye to Kyle. I peeked a little and saw Yvanna still staring at me as she walked away.
"Do you want me to drive you home, Dame?" he asked me and continued to caress my hair. I raised my head and shove his hand.
"No need, Storm." his jaw tightened before combing his hair with his fingers.
"Why can't I drive you home?" he asked.
"Why are you still delivering me, we are gone—" I did not finish what I was going to say when someone cut my words.
"She's with me, Montevalye." I stiffened in my seat when I heard that voice.
What is he doing here? I lost my drunkenness because of him.
"Sandro? Why are you with her? Why did you leave her?" Storm raised an eyebrow at Sir Sandro.
"Because I'm with her, and I didn't leave her. I just paid for our bill." Sir replied to him.
"Then why are you two here in this kind of place?" he asked Sir Sandro again. Shut up, Storm, please!
"I invited her." Sir replied coldly to him. Damn, he's angry.
"Now, get your ass away from her and leave her to me." I turned to Storm again to see his reaction.
"What? No! Why would I leave him with you, Sandro? Maybe you can invite him here because you want him to be one of the lists of your mates." smiling and annoyed it says.
What? Be one of those with Sir? No way high way!
"What leave her, leave her there. I'm fine, Sir. I need to find Jean because she might get hurt." I noticed earlier that Jean was not there? Where is that woman?
"She's okay. Hyunjhin took her home." Sir answered me immediately.
"Oh, she's fine so I'll take her," Kyle spoke.
"What are you? Nothing! No one will take me because I will go home alone! Che!"
I immediately stood up and walked back and forth? Hu? I just don't know, because the bottle and the table are dancing.
I can also feel the extreme dizziness as I make my way to the outside of this Bar.
Jean took me to the bar to enjoy this night and to forget the problems. But? Eh, I was even more troubled because Sir Sandro came, but wait. How did Sir get here? Did Jean text him or was it just a coincidence?
I think I'm going to throw it.
"Uug-ghh!" I vomited in no time when something suddenly hit my waist.
"S-sir Sandro?"
"S-sorry, Sir Buha—"
Everything went black.