“I’m going home,” I announced to the man when I talk to him for breakfast.
A few minutes after I read that text, the man just left the room. He doesn’t know what I had just found out and whatever I was thinking.
He was shocked when he faced me. “What? Wait, Av, why?” Cormac asked.
I was still drowning in my thoughts, especially since the truth had suddenly been thrown at me.
What did that really mean, then? What about the watch? What if my daddy had such a watch then? Did they already know about the identity of the murderer’s ally?
How about my brother? Is he suspicious of our father as well? Why do they have to hide that thing from me?
Dad.
I have to go to my father.
“Avery?”
“I have to do something. . . at–at work,” I replied. Take care of whatever else he might think.
How did they keep this matter a secret from me? Wh
“Avery? Dad!”For a few minutes no one spoke, even though the three of us were already in that room. Even though I was just looking at Kuya Jac and daddy, my heart was full of speculations.I can not believe what’s happening. I can’t. . . and will never accept these.In what ways was daddy involved in the murder of Cormac’s parents fifteen years ago?“Avery. . . ”“Please don’t act like this,” I said bluntly. “Please tell me I am imagining things!”Kuya Jac was the one I tried to face this time. Frustration was clear on his face. Fear of what I might say, do, and think. “What is this? Is this what you are hiding from me?”The words tangled at the tip of my tongue. I can’t seem to mutter a word.“Kuya, Daddy, what’s this? Why is it like this? How did it happen?!”I must be dreaming! My daddy w
The court found my father's case guilty. Aside from his confession about what he did, the watch was still there, and some evidence had already come out after murdering Jandro. That was the hardest and the most painful decision of all — opening your eyes to each of those hearings. My father will spend twelve years in prison and mommy can't stand the truth. To help her feel at ease, Kuya Jac and I took her abroad. The public had criticize our family hard that we can’t even chew our food. My older brother was left in the Philippines to continue what dad left in the company. I knew it would never be an easy fight for kuya because the incident affected the state of the company and the people there. Almost everyone left, and it was like we were back to the beginning. Although I don't want to leave Kuya Jac there, I know it woul
The AFA 2020, or the Antonio Facundo Awards, is a competition for journalists like me. It is also usually open to writers and directors. Unlike usual, here we take a subject, someone who is very popular with people. . . we published to viewers how that person’s life was. We know the life of whoever is chosen just to win. But after all those struggles on getting the right person for the documentary, I imprinted in my mind that I would be the winner. I promised I would do everything for the documentary, especially now that I have something I want to prove to the public. That I am more than the murderer’s daughter they once called. “Avery!” I confronted the woman who called me.. It was Ma’am Cassandra, running her way to me. This boss of mine nearly cried because she said she missed me so much. “The gem of the documentary!” It was as if this was
“That’s indeed a lot!” Avery looked at the woman who had just entered the small room. It was their Editor-in-Chief. Trophies and awards from various theaters and preaching ceremonies in a few years almost filled Avery’s walls.During her years as a T.V. reporter and occasional news anchor and making various documentaries that aired on television, she often drew awards. She will not brag, but she can’t stop being proud of herself. She’s having the time of her life. She worked hard for that to happen. After almost five years, she gradually made her dream come true.She faced her boss, who was already sitting on the couch. “Are you ready for the Antonio Facundo Awards 2020?” She grinned even more at what she heard. Of course, she will never forget about it. This is the first month of the year, and she is already searching the internet on whose life she will feature now.The AF
Avery Taylor’s“Cormac. . . Cormac Carter,” I said incredulously. I now focused directly on finding at least a little information about the man. Still, I’ve already spent two hours in front of the computer, and I can’t find anything but his age, date of birth, and a little information about his own company.“This is frustrating!”There should be another way. I can’t lose right away on my first try. I need to know every little thing, and I will start that by knowing what the man wants. I wanted this. I need to be more diligent in what I do, especially in considering AFA 2020. What our Editor-in-Chief said was right. The man will seem to be the key to us, to me. If I wanted to win, I just had to wait for the opportunity to take him.The world doesn’t even know more about him
“Are you out of your mind?” My eardrums were shattered by that scream of Ma’am Cassandra, our Editor-in-Chief. The more I got to know it, the more I almost accompanied that shout in my mind. I knew very well what else could she say.When I dropped the call earlier from the C.C Cars, I immediately asked her for a consultation.I also asked about a good car to buy because it looks like I was tempted to buy something in no time then she became mad about it instantly, screaming her lungs out.“Ma’am, you know it’s not a waste. Kuya’s been so addicted to cars. It will be a few months since his birthday. I could send that to him as a gift, right?” I’ve never been so unsure about this.“I just really have no choice, Ma’am. This is the only option I have. If I have a chance to get this, I will definitely be ahead of other
“1991 Black Eagle. . . that baby is mine,” I said proudly. My shameless older brother has very good taste. It looks like this is also the latest release of C.C. Cars, so I will definitely get Mr. Carter’s attention—or maybe I already got it.Firstly, I just have to show him how interested I am in cars. With that, he would also like to talk to me. Men are always like that. When it comes to cars, they become talkative. “You have a nice taste.”I laughed softly at the thought. I told you so; my primary goal for the day is not for the cars. It’s Mr. Carter—I’ll him have a conversation with me.For a reporter like me, time is very important. In a day, we do not only have to be productive. We also need to double or even triple our efforts.It is usual for us to work even 24/7, especially when there is something interesting going on. I find this on
“Go on. Ask me,” the man said calmly as soon as we entered his office. I picked up the little recorder again. It was as if the wind had just blown away everything I wanted to ask and find out.I sat down on the sofa that was there. I have been thinking back and forth about this very neat and nice office. Seriously, there is still this kind of man who’s very clean with things. You will notice that because even the papers he held earlier when I first entered here are stacked on piles. It was not just stacked in place.He seems so organized. All his gestures seem to be calculated.“Last year, I won the Antonio Facundo Awards 2019. That was a great achievement for journalists. My team and I made a documentary with our star, Tanya Tebrero. Do you know her? One of the most famous writers in the Philippines. Our hardships became successful. We won the award for best documentary, and