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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I walked into the bustling restaurant, my heart heavy with worry for Aiah. I spotted my friends, Colet, Jhoanna, and Gwen, sitting at a table, their expressions a mix of concern and relief.
"Matilda!" Gwen called out, standing up to hug her tightly. "Salamat at bumalik ka na!"
"Miss ko kayo," I replied, but my mind was racing. "Kumusta na si Aiah? Nabalitaan ko na nawala siya."
"Matilda, we've been trying to find her," Jhoanna said, her voice urgent. "Kahit bago ka umalis, nag-aalala na kami. May mga hints na si Zack ang may kinalaman dito."
Colet nodded, her face serious. "Yes, we've been digging into his background. Alam namin na hindi siya mapagkakatiwalaan. Kailangan nating gumawa ng aksyon."
I felt a surge of determination. "Kailangan nating ipagpatuloy ang ating plano. Anong mga leads na nakuha niyo?"
Gwen leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "May mga kaibigan akong may contact kay Zack. Naisip naming tanungin sila kung may alam sila. Pero, kailangan nating maging maingat."
"Dapat din tayong mag-research online. Baka may makuha tayong impormasyon," Jhoanna suggested. "I can look into social media accounts and see if may lumabas na updates."
"Okay, sige. Magfocus tayo sa mga galaw ni Zack," I said, my mind racing. "Sa mga contacts ko, makakausap ko sila para makakuha tayo ng intel."
Colet placed a reassuring hand on Matilda's arm. "Huwag kang mag-alala. Nandito kami para sa'yo. We'll do this together."
"Salamat, guys," I said, feeling a mix of gratitude and urgency. "Kailangan natin iligtas si Aiah. Magtulungan tayo."
As they discussed their strategies, the laughter and chatter of other diners faded away, replaced by their shared determination. I knew that together, we would do everything in our power to bring Aiah back safely.
"Let's find her," I declared, a steely resolve in my voice. "Para kay Aiah."
As we were discussing the plans, my gaze caught a glimpse of the MI6 Quartermaster standing in the parking lot beside the restaurant. Instinctively, I felt a wave of urgency rush over me. I stood up, glancing at my friends.
"I'll be right back," I assured them, sensing their curiosity.
Stepping outside, the warm breeze brushed against my skin, a stark contrast to the anxiety swirling inside me. I approached the Quartermaster, her expression unreadable but serious.
"Quartermaster, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the concern brewing within me.
She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting a blend of professionalism and worry. "Matilda, I received some intel about Aiah. I thought you might want to know."
