MIRA’S CONDO
Mira was busy on her laptop. Ang ingay ng pagtipa niya ng keyboard ang nagbibigay ng ingay sa tahimik na unit maliban na lang sa ingay ng pagnguya ni Lucien ng chips sa tabi niya. They were sitting on the couch.
“Another coffee?” Lucien offered, holding up a mug.
Mira waved Lucien off as her eyes glued to the code streaming across her screen. “Pass. I need a clear head. I just found something weird.”
Tumaas naman ang kilay ni Lucien. He leaned close to Mira, his chin nearly resting on her shoulder. Naamoy pa niya ang pabangong gamit ni Mira. She smelled like vanilla. At hindi ito masakit sa ilong.
“What kind of weird?” tanong ni Lucien.
Mira zoomed in on a blocked internal memo she’d just decrypted from a hidden Vireaux Global archive. “This was an inspection report.
