Miss Independent's Attachment [Manila Girls Series #2]

PROLOGUE

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Keren Amiara Temblique, the perfectionist and independent girl. She had flings, but it just ended there. Keren Amiara's not interested in men because they are not independent like her and she wants a man who will fit perfectly with her.

But then, she met Kace Julius Laxamana, the funny and hardworking guy who wants to achieve his dreams and contented with everything he has.

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MISS INDEPENDENT'S ATTACHMENT - Second installment of Manila Girls Series

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|||   Before reading this story, I want you to know that Miss Independent's Attachment contains spoilers for Manila Girls Series #1.

- Truth or Lies [Manila Girls Series #1] (COMPLETED)    |||

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Nakataas ang noo ko nang maglakad papunta sa office ko. Lahat ng empleyado at mga trabahador ay nakayuko nang batiin ako. I was maintaining my fierce look to get their attention and it's working.

I can hear them gossiping about me, as always. People hate me here and that's fine. Pakialam ko naman? I don't need anybody. They just hate me because I'm independent. When you're independent, a lot of people are threatened because they know you cannot be controlled. Tsss... 

"M-Miss Amiara--"

"What did I say, Mara?" matalim ang tingin ko sa sekretarya ko nang lingunin siya.

She swallowed so hard and I can sense her fear. "M-Ma'am Tem..bli...que," she said, her hands were shaking.

She knows I don't want to be called Keren Amiara. I want them to call me in my surname and yet, tinawag niya pa rin akong Amiara? The fuck.

Tuluyan na akong pumasok ng napakalaking opisina at pabagsak na umupo sa swivel chair. Umagang umaga, nanggigigil na naman ako sa kanila. Walang araw na hindi ako tinopak sa mga kapalpakan ng mga nagtatrabaho sa kompanya namin.

Amiara... I miss the person who used to call me that. Siya lang ang taong hinayaan kong tawagin ako sa second name ko. Kahit nga friends ko, sa first name ko lang hinahayaan. Even Kriesha, my cousin. 

Tinungkod ko ang magkabilang siko ko sa table. My hands tightened its grip when I felt a slight pain on my chest. Four years had passed and he's still here...

My secretary, Mara, walked towards my direction. Kitang kita ko ang panginginig niya mula sa pinto hanggang sa makarating sa harap ko.