DEVILLION FIACRA VERNO
“Boss, magandang umaga po.” I just got back from the National Library. While heading towards the elevator, a front desk clerk suddenly approached me.
Hinarangan ang dinadaanan ko. “Yes?”
“B-Boss Devillion, may i-r-report sana po ako na insidenteng nangyari po kanina habang wala po kayo.”
“What happened?”
And then, she told me every detail. It was all about Reagan who got humiliated while I was out. She was pushed down to the floor. Kagagawan ng isa ko pang manggagawa na isang graphic designer ng kompanya.
“Na saan si Reagan?”
“Nakita ko po s’yang pumasok sa elevator. Baka po nasa loob na s’ya ng office n’yo.” I patted her shoulder.
“Thanks for letting me know,” she nodded. “And where is he? Ipapatawag ko sa office ang designer.”
“Umalis din po s’ya,
