Keeping His Dirty Little Secret

and I don't have the time to celebrate." I said as I s

hat like it's not a b

, because it's rea

? Come on! Even for just one night? Can't you tak

practical and rational here. I'm trying to save time. And anyway, what's the use of celebrating

ieve,

busy with what I'm currently working on; looking what's inside of every white folders on my tabl

an be really irritating and annoying. But on top of it all

hear me on

igh

hould be asking her to celebrate with me. Yet to me, it d

said in a sing-song voice, and then she

tead. She's still smiling while I was t

t of money to celebrate, F

lmost rolled her eyes. "All I ever told you is that you should come w

l day. It's just, 27 years ago, my biological mother had me and brought me out of her beautiful

I already reserved a table for two, Genevieve. It's going to be a complete

And I feel like I don't have a reason to celebrate it too. I should be working on what I need to write for the part of the magazine that I a

for the rest of your life." Feliza covered half of her face with her hand, like somet

yes at her, "

you up later from your apartment. 9 PM, sharp.

close friend, Feliz

r being here in our building. She belongs to the other building; just right beside where I bel

pep talk from their manager. And that's o

e to write something. It's been 5 hours now, and I still can

write if you're in a good mood or not feeling lazy at all. But how am I supposed to do that? The deadline of this paper is the day after tomorrow. I don't have the t

ole world fo

y. And now that I'm on my late twenties, all I remember is that I suddenly just felt burnt out of everything. Sure I'm sur

ng a magazine journalist. Since the day that I set foot on the floor

pany is not just an

across the globe. And it is named after the CEO of

d only, Co

fternoo

ernoon, M

vishing as a

eous just lik

plimenting our boss, the CEO. I can't tell if they're doing it

a raise these days, and

he elevator whenever he enters and exits the building. It happens every morning, no

when I heard M

oice was throaty. It so

was a movie, the moment that my eyes look up, was also the moment that he

taken

smiles, it's probably in front of flashing cameras. Or a photoshoot of h

y valuable thing to him t

that good at entertaining people and his employees. Awful with his interpersonal skills. I see no

g nasty prejudice? Am I

t, I

rsonally, yet my judgeme

't be wasting time. If time is everybody's enemy, then,

my afternoon just

rk

ting about. And somehow, I was able to write lengthy statements that are enough

been a week now, and my baby is still not in a good condition. Led me to a

y sneakers and I went to my bedroom. Without he