Tony Montana :; y o o n m i n

thirty three.

chapter thirty three.
vision.

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JIMMY.

i arrived at the office-- my head's been a mess since tony showed up earlier in the morning.

my co-workers greeted me a smile for they know im close with this company's ceo--- tony montana. and include the owner of the company, victor.

i sat on the swivel chair and let out a soft groan with my hand on my face. "urgh~"

the worker beside my desk, tapped my shoulders lightly. "um. jamie."

jamie? who tf is jamie?

i gave my co-worker a 'what the actual fuck' look painted on my face. "jamie?"

his eyebrows furrowed as his hand went up to my forehead. "jamie, you have a fever. you should get some rest." he breathed out, worried.

oh.

im jamie.

i smacked his hand away from my forehead and groaned; "back to work idiot. i have to finish the lyrics as soon as possible."

he laughed before going back to his work. "fine. i'm just worried. lutang ka ngayon eh."

ignoring him, i opened my computer and started typing.

proof reading damn lyrics.

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it's been almost four hours since i started my work and it's past ten in the evening.

the composers in my division suddenly stood up and greeted the man in the doorway wearing a suit.

"good evening mister montana." they greeted.

my mind took a few seconds to process what on earth is happening.

why's he here?

realizing i should greet, i suddenly stood up awkwardly and bowed. "g-good evening mister montana." i stuttered in embarrasment as i squinted my eyes shut.

all of their eyes were on me giving me a 'seriously.' look on their faces.

hearing tony's chuckle, my head snapped up and took a glimpse of him smiling, from the bangs of my hair.

cute.

what.

i stood up properly and fixed my hair with my fingers. "a-apology for my slow greetings mister. " i murmured out.

he gave me a smile and spoke to all. "it's okay. i know all of you've been working hard today. i guess all of you should go home now. goodnight."

all of us bowed in gratitude. "thank you mister montana."

he left the building riding a limo, leaving me in the office blank.

why is he so kind all of a sudden?

"this is weird." i murmured as i played with my pencil on top of my desk.

him again, my co-worker snapped me out. "not going home yet jamie?"

"nah. im waiting for an important document." i spitted out carelessly.

shit.

"what document?" he asked, curious.