Mikha is a sort of a quiet person who hates being the center of the fame. She lives alone and she always have morals and boundaries. Aiah is a seductive type of person who keeps her inner secret.
She is at the center of fame, keeps herself in a man...
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As I settled into my seat on the private flight back to the UK, I quickly dialed up Gwen, Colet, and Jhoanna.
"Hey, guys!" I started, trying to keep my voice steady. "Babalik ako ng UK for a few days. Kailangan ko makipag-usap sa ilang tao na makakatulong sa atin para mahanap si Aiah."
"Matilda, bakit ang biglaan naman?" Gwen asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
"Yeah, you better be back soon!" Jhoanna chimed in. "Kasi ang dami nating dapat gawin dito."
"I promise, I'll be back in no time," I assured them. "Kailangan ko lang talagang makahanap ng lead. I'm sure na makakakuha tayo ng info na makakatulong."
Colet replied, "Okay, just stay safe, ha? Huwag kang mag-alala, kami na ang bahala dito."
"Thanks, girls. I really appreciate it," I said, feeling grateful for their support. "I'll keep you updated. Ibinabalik natin si Aiah."
With that, I hung up, my heart set on finding Aiah, no matter what it took.
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After a long flight from Manila to London, I felt the fatigue settling into my bones. As I exited the terminal, an agent approached me, his demeanor formal yet welcoming. "Good afternoon, ma'am," he said in a crisp British accent, and I returned the greeting, "Good afternoon."
He gestured toward the exit and said, "This way to the Secret Service, to meet M." I nodded appreciatively, understanding that I needed to follow his lead.
Climbing into the backseat of the car, I took a moment to gather my thoughts while he settled into the driver's seat.
As we drove through the bustling streets of London, I took in the familiar sights. After several minutes, we arrived at the headquarters.
I spotted a familiar figure approaching-Quartermaster. "Hello, ma'am," she greeted me with a nod, her voice smooth and authoritative.
"Hello, Quartermaster," I replied, smiling back.
She motioned for me to follow her. "Let's proceed to meet M for your appointment." With that, I followed her, feeling a surge of determination. I was ready for whatever came next.
