The Fortunate

02

THIRD PERSON

As Sula was escorted out of the office, she began spacing out. She was stunned.

She almost thought that Wendell is the most handsome guy she has ever seen, not until she laid her eyes on Mr. Bermuda's son. How can a person look that ethereal?

She wasn't able to hear his voice a while ago but by just looking at him, she got intimidated. How his deer-like eyes glared at his own father, how his plump lips swallow saliva, making his adam's apple move in frustration. She thanked herself that she managed not to look down at his body and just focused on his face.

One thing that bothers her is the sudden agreement of marriage.

She heaved a deep sigh, "Baka kinakabag lang sila sir,"

She can't look at it in a realistic way for it seems so confusing and weird for them to get married.

She pointed herself, "Ako, sa bilyonaryong lalaki?" She asked to no one.

She giggled, "Okay lang naman sa'king sabihin nila na wala talaga akong napanalunan. Ina nitong mga mayayaman talaga, kahit pa na ref pang-icecream tatanggapin ko 'yan,"

She shook her head before heaving a deep sigh, "Pero, kasal?" She gulped as she took a glance at the building again.

"Hindi ko kaya ang height ng status of living nila, masyadong mataas. Siguro hanggang ano lang ang abot ko sa kanila sir, hanggang katulong," she muttered.

Napangiwi siya nang ma-imagine siya at si Joaquin sa iisang bubong. Nakikita niyang magmumukha lang siyang dumi sa tabi nito. Hindi abot ng kaniyang mga kamay ang taas ni Joaquin kung sakali ngang ikasal sila.

But she already grabbed him, he was the prize that the raffle was talking about. The Bermuda Package is actually a marriage package with the CEO's son.

Everything feels wrong, she guessed. Parang hindi niya deserve ang pagkapanalo niya sa raffle, pilit pa nga itong bumili dahil kinukulit lang siya ng nagbebenta. They don't know each other and mostly, it seems like they are both not in favor of the sudden plan.

She has to take time and decide whether she would accept it or not. But the paper they had signed a while ago is a contract, she can't say no anymore or she'll be sued by the businessman.

"Pero, pumirma rin siya kaagad," she gasped in realization.

Mr. Bermuda's son, despite being frustrated, also signed the paper without hesitation. Does he really mean it?

"Bakit naman siya biglang papayag, kilala niya na ba ako matagal na?" She asked.

She gasped again, "May stalker ako?"

"Gago ang yaman no'n, hindi naman siguro siya. Saka kahit na siya ang mang-stalk, baka ako pa rin ang magmukhang masama," she shrugged. Still confused why he also signed the paper.

Despite being surprised, she still tried to look at the brighter side. Kung mag-aasawa na siya, aalis siya sa puder ng papa niya, hindi niya na kailangang makipagsalamuha sa bago niyang pamilya. May posibilidad din na mamimiss siya ng papa niya once na umalis siya.

Pero paano kung wala naman sa papa niya kung sakaling bumukod na siya? Paano kung kalimutan din siya nito, katulad ng paglimot nito sa mama niya?

She just shrugged her thoughts out and headed to her work. "Kabag lang 'to,"

Meanwhile, inside the office of Mr. Bermuda, Wendell was standing beside Joaquin who was resting his palms on his father's table.

"I just need to fuck her, right? And then you'll pass me the company," he asked.

"Joaquin," Wendell warned him for his words.

Mr. Bermuda chuckled, "If you can be nice to her, I would consider promoting you to be the CEO. Quid pro quo,"

He scoffed in annoyance, thinking how that woman become equivalent to his position in the company.

"Be a gentleman, Joaquin. What kind of sorcery turned you into this?" Mr. Bermuda crossed his arms and leaned on his swivel chair.

"Mr. Martin, what do you think is my son's problem here?" he asked, low-key making fun of the frustrated face of the desperate Joaquin. Wendell stayed silent, he doesn't want to piss Joaquin more.

"Why do I only receive a consideration, dad? You're selling your own son here, does my life means nothing? I have to deal with that bitch for the rest of my life, fuck," he complained.

His father sighed and smiled genuinely at his son, "Ms. Benedicto is beyond worth it, Joaquin," he told his son.

"Then you should be the one to fuck her, God damnit," he muttered out of frustration.

"Don't act like it is hard for you, I know you will plan to leave her. You will file a divorce against her after getting what you want," Joaquin looked at his father as he continue to speak.

"If you can treat her right, I will give you my seat here. Son, it's just a simple task for you, take care of her like what you did to your mother before," he smiled at his son.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

Despite having siblings, Joaquin is the only Bermuda in the family except for his father. His older brother came from an orphanage and wished to inherit his real family's surname while his younger brother is from his father's second wife who is also widowed like him. He is the only one who can carry their clan for he is the only Bermuda in the family after his father.

"If you can't do it, I will let Mr. Martin do it for you," Mr. Bermuda suddenly broke the silence.

"M-mister?" Wendell was shocked.

He chuckled a bit, "I can depend on you more than I did on my own son, I know you can treat her right even it's beyond your job,"

Wendell gulped in pressure, Joaquin hissed before slamming the table, "Who said I can't do it? I can treat her right, dad. Fuck, can you at least trust me with this?"

Mr. Bermuda smirked after triggering his son to be determined. Joaquin sees his secretary as a rival, and he used this idea to trigger his son's desperation to get his father's title. "I will trust you with this, my son,"

It is still not clear why his father chose to arrange his marriage with just a random person he had drawn in a raffle game.

He can blind date, he can be fixed with someone who is also in the line with their business, he can introduce someone to frame up his life, or just buy a woman to get impregnated. There are many things that Mr. Bermuda can do for him to find a match for his son.

But why did he choose Ursula?