ASHRIEL sat on the stool at the counter of the coffee shop, his fingers wrapped around his untouched cup of coffee. Nakaupo naman sa counter si Evron at nagpapraktis na gumuhit ng kahit anong shape. Hindi mabasa ang ekspresyon niya sa mukha kahit pa kalmado siya. The kind of calm that hides the storm beneath.
Across from him, Nylah tilted her head slightly, studying him. Ramdam ni Nylah na may iba sa pagiging tahimik ni Ashriel.
“You looked like you’ve lost millions,” Nylah said, breaking the tension.
A wry, humorless smile tugged at Ashriel’s lips. “I did.”
Bahagyang kumunot ang nuo ni Nylah. “Anong nangyari?” tanong niya.
Ashriel let out a slow exhale and glanced at Evron before speaking. “Someone from the company stole the core of our project. The rival company — Santos Group
