Stroke 18- Use my feet!

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(August 25, 2020)

(4:30 pm)

(Heart in Art Company)

Mr. Bormeo's POV

Such a great twist, a great timing for my spotlight.

Nagmukhang tanga sa paghihintay si Mr.Clarkson dito.

At dahil hospitable ako, ako nalang ang tatayo sa trabaho ng iresponsableng bata na iyon.

Nakita kong lumabas na sa office ni Spence si Mr.Clarkson.

Nagmadali akong pumunta palapit sa kaniya.

"Mr.Clarkson, Good afternoon! It looks like you had waiting for nothing?"

"Sadly, yes. But that's okay!" Sagot niya sa akin.

"Okay? There's nothing to be okay with that. A rich man like you must not treated like a trash"

"I know for sure that he is really busy right now." He added.

"Busy? For what? Playing? Sliding in the park? If that is the job of a director?"

"Sorry but I have to go, I have so many things to do." Aalis na dapat siya palayo sa akin ng pigilan ko siya sa kaniyang pag-alis.

"About your project, did you really want Spence to handle that?" Seryoso ko ng sabi sa kaniya.

"You are working here right? You must know that!" A little furious he ranted.

"It looks like you are only giving big bunch of money to a child, who will spent it for nothing." My eyes starting get humorless.

"I know Spence, he will not disappoint me."

Iniinis talaga ako ng lalaking ito.

Ang dami niyang sinasabing kalokohan.

Nilabas ko ang folder na dala ko sa kaniyang harapan.

"Have your assurance with me!"

"Assurance? What is this?" Nagtataka niyang tanong pagkabigay ko ng papel.

"Sign with me, you will not probably regret this."

"Are you competing your own company? "

"You will never easily bury competition in this world. You need to compete to live."

"But not this way! You look so terribly a hopeful pest!"

"How about you, Mr. Clarkson? I think.... yes, because an intelligent  man will never give it's  trust to a reckless kid."

"I don't want to be intelligent if im going to be like you! Stop convincing me, I will never be swayed by your selfish words." He bubbled.

I angrily closed my hands.

He sounds like an idiot philosopher.

"Mr. Boromeo, If you didn't want me to mess your profession, stop this trash!"

Makikita mo sa aking mata ang nagbabagang apoy ng galit.

Sinasabi niya bang basura lang lahat ng ginagawa ko?

"So you don't need my help?" Sarcastically I asked.

Ibinigay niya ang white folder pabalik sa akin.

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