Chapter 1
The young facility worker walked towards a small office on the 6th floor of a rustic building along Paseo Avenue.
He was still sleepy, having traveled for an hour and a half from home to reach the city of Makati, the upbeat financial district of the Philippines.
He looked at the glass doors in front of him, carefully searching for the name of the company he was scheduled to service for the day.
He could see through the heavy glass doors but there were no logos or signs visible to let him know that he was indeed in the right place.
The young man scratched his head and wondered.
He looked at his call order slip.
He stared intently at the name of the company on the business card stapled on the pink piece of paper that he was holding. He rubbed his eyes slowly, making certain they were not playing tricks on him.
Suddenly, his knees wobbled, melting like jelly. Perspiration beaded his brows.
His heart seemed to have fluttered and flipped, doing triple somersaults, hopping like a ballerina getting ready to dance in front of millions of eyes that were tasked to scrutinize.
He was looking at the lobby of the marketing arm of one of the biggest television stations in the country, the one that crushed its competitors in the ratings war, the undisputed ruler of news and public affairs, the King of Primetime.
Well, at least, in his book.
He had always been a loyal fan of the network, an avid follower of its shows and beautiful stars, spending countless hours on the family couch on his days off from work, marveling at the powerful medium of communication and endless entertainment.
Ever since he was a child, his eyes had always been glued to the television, his imagination enhanced, mesmerized by the magical tube.
When he grew older, his beloved mother said enough was enough. She would frequently interrupt, threatening to evict him if he didn’t get up from the couch to do his chores.
Like most single Filipino kids, Bobby was a 20 year old man who still lived with his parents and just like most traditional Filipino homes, his mother called the shots.
His mother was the most loving person in the world, no doubt about that.
She took care of everyone in the family from breakfast ‘til dinner, from dusk ‘til dawn, in sickness and health, through thick and thin. She tried to be the savior of every single one of them, keeping them safe and well in her protective arms but the woman could be a tyrant in her own little fortress sometimes.
Needless to say, his mother did not support his excessive love for television and definitely not his part-time job in the agency that he worked for.
But as long as he took the trash out every night, washed the dishes, took care of his two younger siblings, cleaned the house and kept good grades during his last year in college that his parents were financially supporting him for, his mother was happy.
With a big grin and a hopeful heart, the young man opened the heavy glass door of the office that called his agency for maintenance services.
The door led him to an empty waiting area, tastefully decorated and smelling like scented soap that his younger sister loved to collect.
There was another entrance by the intercom on the wall but he could barely see through the tinted glass.
On the other side of the door, there seemed to be a modern reception area decorated with fluffy couches and chairs and expensive looking furniture.
The room was dark except for a ray of light coming from a tiny entrance to what looked like a bigger room with bright lights and colorful walls.
The young man had always believed in destiny.
There was a reason why a light fixture in the TV network’s office malfunctioned on his shift. The gods of entertainment had summoned him to finally meet his favorite celebrities.
He knew he wasn’t named Bobby Andrewz for nothing. After all, it’s Friday.
It just might be his lucky day.
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The Bobby Andrewz Show
RomanceDo you believe in destiny? Bobby did. There's a reason why his job took him to the haven of his dreams. The gods of entertainment had summoned him to finally meet his favorite TV stars. Or so he thought. Set in the Philippines, rediscover Filipino...
