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DIRTY LITTLE SECRET
Trevour's POV
"Also, Traylor called and sayo na raw ito sasabay pauwi later, Bunso. Let us all head sa breakroom. May mga hinandang food ang Production team sa success ng Issued Magazine last month." Wika nito while fixing his things. "You can go home after eating Bunso. Kuya will have to stay pa here. Kasama mo naman na pauwi ang Kuya Traylor mo. We'll watch movie tonight. Dad said we'd have no more work tomorrow dahil sa success ng meeting kanina."
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"Oh, okay Kuya. We'll wait for –" Hindi pa man natatapos ang sasabihin ko ng marinig kong may mag message sa akin. While also gathering my things. Sandalian kong sinilip ang telepono ko. "Kuya Tray messaged me Kuya. Nasa breakroom na raw siya." Sabi ko rito while replying to Kuya Trays message."
Amoy ko agad ang iba't ibang pagkain pagbukas ko ng entrance papasok sa breakroom. Napatayo sa mahabang sofa si Kuya Tray ng makita kaming pumasok. "Hey, little sunshine. How was your day so far?" He asks, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
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My cheeks flush slightly at the touch, my mind racing with the memory of last night. I tried shaking it off, maintaining eye contact.
"H-hi Kuya, I-it was okay. Just a bit tiring." I responded, my voice a tad shakier than usual. Inside, I can't stop myself from replaying the vivid images of my impulsive action.
My thoughts were a whirlwind of guilt and confusion. I can't believe what I did last night, AGAIN. The fear of Kuya finding out made me feel sick. Yet, there was an undeniable thrill that I couldn't shake off. The tension between us grew palpable as we sat down to eat, and it felt like our conversation was forced and strained.
After a lunch filled with awkward silences and forced laughter, Kuya Casper enters the break room with a gentle knock. "Boss, ready na po yung sasakyan." Kalmadong sabi nito malayo sa tension sa loob ng silid.
