Woah! We have some hot stuff out here for you today! Guess what? Mr and Mrs. Colon are really a mess perfect for each other! Watch our clip where they fought last night but ended up on heat.
A great start for the morning.
What happened last night was now airing at different television, radio and publication stations. Very thank you to that paparazzi for pushing Erick at the edge, with all he have left as a choice is to kiss me.
The coffee I made this morning doesn't even help to stop my aching head. My aching head and my broken soul.
I still can't believe that he kissed me last night. It's brief, it's emotionless. But he kissed me.
A year since the wedding happened, and last night was the first time he kissed me. You may think that kissing after the vows is really a thing—well not for us. It's funny how he just placed a cold kiss on my forehead as a seal? The whole tv stations even aired clips about it. But thank God we passed through that by just acting up on a public events while holding hands and fake emotions.
It's Saturday morning today.
And I still haven't decided whether I should go to the office or not, considering that I am still jet lagged and am sure that I have to face so many reporters again outside the building.
Erick🙄: about last night...
He is still typing but I replied as quickly as I can to interrupt whatever he has to say.
Me: no worries. I know it's not real. Don't worry the fucked out:))
After that, I just turned off my phone, hoping to just let this mess be forgotten. I did the dishes which is very unfamiliar for my part because in real life, this is my first time to stay at our house for God knows how long than my usual. I swept the floor also. And I get rid off that fucking red dress on our fucking floor.
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Watch our clip as we caught Mr. and Mrs. Colon on their hot stuff last night!
"Care to share what happened after the two of you left the bar?" Yep. Celia is here.
"I really haven't remembered a lot but I'm sure we fought"
She crossed her arms and heightens her eyebrows, typical Cecilia.
"And?"
"I think a paparazzi is secretly watching us. It just happened that Erick saw that paparazzi and quickly came into a plan of kissing me" stating it feels like I'm about to collapse or suffer in breathing.
"That's all? I mean, it is practically normal for the both of you! Because you are his wife, and he is your husband"
I wish I could say that is true.
Instead of answering her and prolonging the conversation, I just closed my eyes and try to make me believe that everything is fine between the both of us. That everything is still fine. I have to believe that.
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"Your husband is calling" she then gave me her newly bought phone because of Erick.
I'm super dead.
Why did I just even turned off my fucking phone? I am very well sure that when I opened it, it will burst into what seems like a thousand of missed calls and text.
"Hello?" My voice shaky.
"You have to attend the meeting now. It's urgent and we need you in this kind of stuffs"
Of course it is about business and the company. What makes me think that he will even ask me how am I feeling now.
"But—"
"No more buts. The panel and the team will be here in an hour or two" he said. His voice full of authority. Still the same authoritative voice. No. It's stronger than before.
"O-okay. I'll be there in a few minutes"
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"Good afternoon everyone. We are now in a very important meeting because I have just received a news" Erick started, sitting at the very top center, me on the right side and the others seated respectively.
"Is it a good one or a bad one?" Mr. Sakamoto asked.
"It's actually a bad one"
Fuck.
"Governments on Asia get back their contract with us" he looked down with a frustration clearly insight.
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"Yet you haven't tell me about it beforehand" I said while my arms folded.
We just finished the meeting. The main group of their company is very well disappointed because of what happened. They believe that the governments in Asia have picked some other company to shoulder their needs. While our team, is very well delighted about it. Because just like what Mr. Sakamoto said to me before, if they continue keeping their secret transactions and contracts behind our backs, The Prism will surely lead the market, not ours.
"What?"
"I said how long? How long will you keep it from me" I finally have the courage to go walk towards him, leaving the door case.
Instead of answering my question, he continued to clean his things on the table he owned inside the building.
"Would you mind to fucking answer the fuck out of my question?!" I can't help but to raise my voice. It is not just his company we are talking about in here, so he better answer my goddamn question.
"What the fuck do you want to know?! How we got their paper?! How come they picked us rather than yours?! Is that what you want to fucking know?!" His range overlapping mines. His green eyes are now burning, and it feels like it is sulking my soul from within me.
But I have to stand my ground.
"YES. Tell me!"
His hands smashing the lamp at the side of his table, making sure to make that familiar freaking sound.
Then the pile of files.
The bookshelf.
"DON'T YOU EVER BREAK THAT!" My senses came back when I saw him already ready to break the figurine her mother gave him for Christmas.
Then the figurine.
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