2025-01-18 19:10:52“Okay. Was trying to save your damn self before but now I see you don't deserve an inch of my pity. Let's facetime so you don't think I'm playing a record for you.” She hangs up.
It seems like eternity before she calls again.His daughter's face comes on the screen.Weston's hand is trembling, the phone almost falling from his hand. His daughter looks kind of…pale? She's wearing a head warmer. She's grown slightly compared to the last time he saw her.He can't form any words as he stares at her. She's looking at him. No smile on her face. His heart sinks. Normally, she smiles at him. Did…did she overhear him shouting at Ivy over the phone?“I'm sorry,” oddly is the first word that comes out of his lips.She doesn't say anything. She's just staring at him.“Happy birthday,” he says.She doesn't say anything.“You're cool?” He tries to ask but again she doesn't say anything.“Remember our
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“As long as I didn't come to see you, I don't think you should be asking me questions,” Santiago says carelessly. “Weston, did you invite this twat here?” Jose fumes. “You must be really nuts. Can't you see he's sad?” Santiago snaps at Jose.“What did you tell him to make him sad?” Santiago scoffs. “So I'm some kind of guy that goes about planting sadness in people's lives?” “I can't put that past you. The Weston I know is never sad.”“All the Big Boys are delusional—”“You guys too—” before Jose can finish talking, Santiago rushes to him and closes his mouth with his hand.They both stare at each other for minutes. Jose jerks Santiago's hand from his mouth and hisses. “You're too fake.” “Mind your fucking business.”Jose lowers his voice and whispers in Santiago's ear, “that's just one of the attributes of the Achievers…you're all cowards.”“I'll tell him when I want to
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“Well…” Santiago runs his hand through his hair. “You could be lying. I need to go inside and see that you really had an appointment.” “You lost, huh? Is it so hard to admit it?” Jose taunts.The three of them go inside the tattoo gallery. Again, Weston is met with another shock. The room is just the moderate one with sofas for people to sit on, a few mirrors here and there. What's even more surprising are the two men Weston sees there. They look more…well…they look more like janitors of the place. But again, he is more surprised to see Santiago going to one of the guys and asking for a handshake.“Hi, Jose. Thought you said two of you are coming,” one of the men says.“Yeah. We were supposed to be two but you know there are some people whose daily job is to mooch off people all over the campus,” Jose says. The man walks over to Jose and gives him a hug. “Nice to see you again.”“Me too. Meet my friend. His name is We
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“So-so he takes off his shirt and she sees a bandage and she's scared. ‘Weston, what happened to your chest?’,” Jose mimicked a female voice. “And Weston takes off the bandage and she sees her name…and she's like, ‘Weston, I don't like my name on guy's bodies. It makes me feel like I'm in a boundage. Are you already being possessive of me when we are not even married?’ And she storms out telling him to mark it anywhere and that's it's over between them.”Jose and Santiago laugh again. “You're supposed to be a scriptwriter, bro,” Santiago says.“I'd give it a trial now that you suggest it.” They both laugh again.“You're two are out of your mind, I swear it,” Weston says. The rest of the time they spend getting their tattoo done, Jose and Santiago keep on picking on Weston and laughing at him. Somehow, Weston finds himself wondering how two people can hate each other and go along so
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Weston chuckles. The past four weeks have been fun, especially with Santiago and Jose getting along. Well, with Weston's experience with Santiago, Santiago only gets on the toes of people he is friends with. “Jose, you were saying?” Weston quickly interrupts the argument before it escalates to something bigger. Jose rolls his eyes on Santiago and turns to Weston. “So, the four of us went there and got some fancy little stuff that won't be easily noticeable on our forearms. Man, it was painful. I cried, to be honest. I mean, we all did but there was this guy who cried the most. But guess what,” before they can answer, Jose is already talking again.“This guy got to school and showed his girlfriend. Instead of telling us the pain was getting unbearable, he didn't say anything. He didn't come with us to dinner that night. By midnight, man already fainted. He was rushed to the hospital and ended up exposing all of us.” Santiago chuckles. “He wanted
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“I guess this must be his ghost?” The chairman says. Vera storms over to them. How dare Weston come here right now to make things go wrong for her? “What the hell are you doing here?” She shouts at him, but not loud enough for the chairman to hear her. Weston glances at her for some seconds. “Excuse me?” “I asked what the fuck you are doing here?!” This time, louder.“Do you know me?” Weston asks, pointing at his chest.“Look, Weston, this isn't a joke. I know you have never spent a day managing the family business so you don't seem to know the gravity of what you're doing.” “So?” “So, don't mess things up.” Vera makes eye contact with Weston, she holds it for as long as she can. She knows what she is doing to him. She knows how much Weston wants her to admit him as a younger brother. She knows how happy Weston will be if she tells him she approves of him but well, she'll never do that.
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Vera grabs the phone back from her brother. “Dad, we are both guilty on this issue. And, what am I saying? You're the most guilty of us all. If he should resent anyone, it should be you. Because of you, he ran away for ten years. He cut ties with us for ten years.”“If you're done yelping, I need to get off the line. There are a lot of things I have to attend to.”“Dad, you'd better call him and tell him to make the chairman offer us a contract again.”Their father laughs. “Someone who has never been to business school is controlling you? How ridiculous? I should have spent all my money on him instead of wasting those billions investing in fools.”Vera hangs up, boiling with rage. “I knew he would never support us,” her brother grumbles.“Let's get the solution to this. We just lost a billion dollars.”“What do we do? The last time we met Weston, he almost killed me. Now we met him again and he made us lose a billion do
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Weston opens the door to his house, gets his arms ready for his daughter to rush in as usual.“Daddy is home!” He says, expecting his daughter’s usual shrieks of laughter but there is none. Instead, there is something else. Something strangely different in the living room.A luggage. Weston looks at his girlfriend, she is looking at him with those murderous glare he's grown used to for a couple of months now. He looks at his daughter.“Guess what I got you today, Han?” Weston stretches the package bag to his daughter.Just as his daughter is going to collect the package bag from him, his girlfriend collects it and throws it across the room. “Is this what your mates are buying for their kids?” She looks at him, anger written on her face.Weston tries to smile. “Come on, babe, it's Han’s best candy.”“Yeah. Of course, it's her best candy. It's the best one you can ever get for her. You've bought it for her so many times that she has mistaken it for the only good food in the world,”
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Weston's eyes dart to his daughter. He lets out a breath of relief. The girl doesn't seem to be listening as she is engrossed in a video on her small phone.“Let's talk inside, babe,” Weston says, already going toward the room but his girlfriend 's voice stops him.“My mother will be here in less than two minutes to take us away.” Weston stops right on his track. “What?”“She promised to give me another chance as her daughter, so don't bother telling me any bullshit about how things would be better later on.” “You can't…do you think you should do this without informing me first?”“For a man who didn't get past high school, who can't make his brain figure out how to make money for his family, I don't suppose you'd understand if I told you earlier.”Weston wants to just go to her and shout into her damn ears to stop talking to him that way but he doesn't do that. He can't do that. He can't lose control in front of his kid.“When are you going to be back?” Weston forces himself to ask.
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Vera grabs the phone back from her brother. “Dad, we are both guilty on this issue. And, what am I saying? You're the most guilty of us all. If he should resent anyone, it should be you. Because of you, he ran away for ten years. He cut ties with us for ten years.”“If you're done yelping, I need to get off the line. There are a lot of things I have to attend to.”“Dad, you'd better call him and tell him to make the chairman offer us a contract again.”Their father laughs. “Someone who has never been to business school is controlling you? How ridiculous? I should have spent all my money on him instead of wasting those billions investing in fools.”Vera hangs up, boiling with rage. “I knew he would never support us,” her brother grumbles.“Let's get the solution to this. We just lost a billion dollars.”“What do we do? The last time we met Weston, he almost killed me. Now we met him again and he made us lose a billion do
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“I guess this must be his ghost?” The chairman says. Vera storms over to them. How dare Weston come here right now to make things go wrong for her? “What the hell are you doing here?” She shouts at him, but not loud enough for the chairman to hear her. Weston glances at her for some seconds. “Excuse me?” “I asked what the fuck you are doing here?!” This time, louder.“Do you know me?” Weston asks, pointing at his chest.“Look, Weston, this isn't a joke. I know you have never spent a day managing the family business so you don't seem to know the gravity of what you're doing.” “So?” “So, don't mess things up.” Vera makes eye contact with Weston, she holds it for as long as she can. She knows what she is doing to him. She knows how much Weston wants her to admit him as a younger brother. She knows how happy Weston will be if she tells him she approves of him but well, she'll never do that.
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Weston chuckles. The past four weeks have been fun, especially with Santiago and Jose getting along. Well, with Weston's experience with Santiago, Santiago only gets on the toes of people he is friends with. “Jose, you were saying?” Weston quickly interrupts the argument before it escalates to something bigger. Jose rolls his eyes on Santiago and turns to Weston. “So, the four of us went there and got some fancy little stuff that won't be easily noticeable on our forearms. Man, it was painful. I cried, to be honest. I mean, we all did but there was this guy who cried the most. But guess what,” before they can answer, Jose is already talking again.“This guy got to school and showed his girlfriend. Instead of telling us the pain was getting unbearable, he didn't say anything. He didn't come with us to dinner that night. By midnight, man already fainted. He was rushed to the hospital and ended up exposing all of us.” Santiago chuckles. “He wanted
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“So-so he takes off his shirt and she sees a bandage and she's scared. ‘Weston, what happened to your chest?’,” Jose mimicked a female voice. “And Weston takes off the bandage and she sees her name…and she's like, ‘Weston, I don't like my name on guy's bodies. It makes me feel like I'm in a boundage. Are you already being possessive of me when we are not even married?’ And she storms out telling him to mark it anywhere and that's it's over between them.”Jose and Santiago laugh again. “You're supposed to be a scriptwriter, bro,” Santiago says.“I'd give it a trial now that you suggest it.” They both laugh again.“You're two are out of your mind, I swear it,” Weston says. The rest of the time they spend getting their tattoo done, Jose and Santiago keep on picking on Weston and laughing at him. Somehow, Weston finds himself wondering how two people can hate each other and go along so
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“Well…” Santiago runs his hand through his hair. “You could be lying. I need to go inside and see that you really had an appointment.” “You lost, huh? Is it so hard to admit it?” Jose taunts.The three of them go inside the tattoo gallery. Again, Weston is met with another shock. The room is just the moderate one with sofas for people to sit on, a few mirrors here and there. What's even more surprising are the two men Weston sees there. They look more…well…they look more like janitors of the place. But again, he is more surprised to see Santiago going to one of the guys and asking for a handshake.“Hi, Jose. Thought you said two of you are coming,” one of the men says.“Yeah. We were supposed to be two but you know there are some people whose daily job is to mooch off people all over the campus,” Jose says. The man walks over to Jose and gives him a hug. “Nice to see you again.”“Me too. Meet my friend. His name is We
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“As long as I didn't come to see you, I don't think you should be asking me questions,” Santiago says carelessly. “Weston, did you invite this twat here?” Jose fumes. “You must be really nuts. Can't you see he's sad?” Santiago snaps at Jose.“What did you tell him to make him sad?” Santiago scoffs. “So I'm some kind of guy that goes about planting sadness in people's lives?” “I can't put that past you. The Weston I know is never sad.”“All the Big Boys are delusional—”“You guys too—” before Jose can finish talking, Santiago rushes to him and closes his mouth with his hand.They both stare at each other for minutes. Jose jerks Santiago's hand from his mouth and hisses. “You're too fake.” “Mind your fucking business.”Jose lowers his voice and whispers in Santiago's ear, “that's just one of the attributes of the Achievers…you're all cowards.”“I'll tell him when I want to
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“Okay. Was trying to save your damn self before but now I see you don't deserve an inch of my pity. Let's facetime so you don't think I'm playing a record for you.” She hangs up. It seems like eternity before she calls again. His daughter's face comes on the screen. Weston's hand is trembling, the phone almost falling from his hand. His daughter looks kind of…pale? She's wearing a head warmer. She's grown slightly compared to the last time he saw her. He can't form any words as he stares at her. She's looking at him. No smile on her face. His heart sinks. Normally, she smiles at him. Did…did she overhear him shouting at Ivy over the phone? “I'm sorry,” oddly is the first word that comes out of his lips. She doesn't say anything. She's just staring at him. “Happy birthday,” he says.She doesn't say anything. “You're cool?” He tries to ask but again she doesn't say anything.“Remember our
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Weston opens his eyes. It's morning. He stares at the white ceiling. Five years ago, his daughter was born. Five years ago, he became a father. He can still remember how anxious he felt as he wore the disposable surgical gown to see his wife and kid. He can still remember the way his heart felt as he wondered if he wasn't going to hurt his daughter as he carried her in his arms. He swallows hard. If anyone had told him that day that five years later, he wouldn't know where his daughter was, he'd have told the person to stop telling bullshit. He sits up in bed. He glances at Jose's bed. It's empty. Weston grabs his towel and goes to the bathroom to take his bath. Five minutes later, Weston is making his way to the cafeteria to get something to eat. He orders for his daughter's favourite. The meal she always suggests they make on her birthday—chicken and wafflesThe cafeteria is very scanty because of yesterday's incident. Alm
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All the students are gathered there, the seats are all almost filled. Even with all that population, the hall is very quiet like a funeral gathering. Weston sits on one of the chairs at the back, Lorette and Santiago sit in the chairs in front of him. “Mic testing…” echoes around the room. About three seconds later, the VC comes in stage. He has a sheet of paper in his hand which he slaps on the lectern. Without greeting, he gets straight into his speech that seems to have been seething in his head since a million years. “What more can you guys do?” His voice is the normal tone surprisingly. “If you want to die, why don't you go home and do that? If you're tired of your lives, go home and end your lives!” He holds up the sheet of paper in his hand. “Let this be the last time something like this ever happens here. You all have businesses, some of you are already CEOs! Do I have to have reporters lurking a
