Right then and there, on our first official meeting, Janine Reyes and I disliked each other. She was kind of grimacing at me every time our eyes met. August was silent about it. Either he didn’t want to stand in between, or he was oblivious to the tension growing between Janine and me. It would even help if that were our first and last meeting. But I was wrong. Randy fetched me at around six in the afternoon after hitting up my phone when he realized I wasn’t coming out from the cafe. He had already informed Sandro about it. He was in the front seat when I got in the car. I knew that if Janine and her team were not inside, he would be there to drag me out of the shelter. He and my Dad preferred to stay low-key in helping the shelter. The mere attention of anyone in the showbiz industry wou
