THE large glass windows of the high-rise office building reflected the bright morning sunlight as Ciara Montero sat behind her expansive desk, reviewing the documents laid out in front of her. Ilang araw siyang hindi mapakali para basahin at ulit-uliting i-revise ang mga rules. Hindi dapat siya puwedeng magkamali rito dahil nasa kapalaran ng binata ang buhay niya. The terms were clear, and the agreement was one of convenience for her — nothing more.
Napatingin siya sa orasan at halos mag-aalas diyes na ng umaga, pero hanggang ngayon ay wala pa rin si Nathaniel. Iyon ang pinag-usapan nilang oras para pag-usapan ang trabaho. She tapped her manicured nails on the polished wood of her desk, a slight frown marring her usually composed features. Ciara was a woman of control, precision, and clea
