"Dr. Sicillian, may emergency po tayo. A gunshot in his stomach," ani Joey habang sinasabayan ang mabilis kong lakad.

"I'll get to it immediately. Prepare my medical apparatus, Joey."

"Yes, Dr. Sicillian. It's ROOM 901."

Naglakad ako ng mabilis papunta roon. I immediately wore my labcoat and stethoscope. Everytime I have gunshot patients, I remember how I treated a killer from two years ago. I haven't seen him for years. He never came back to kill me.

"Doc, the patient is-"

"Not dead. Get him to the emergency room immediately. I'll do a quick surgery to remove the bullet from his gut."

"Pero, doc-"

"What? May DNR?"

Umiling sila at mabilis na sinunod ang utos ko. I sighed when I got into the room and treated the patient. Mabuti na lang at hindi ganun ka lalim ang naging pwesto ng bala. It took me 20 minutes to remove the silver bullet. Tinitigan ko iyong mabuti, it has a crescent design on it.

Crescent.

Tinanggal ko ang face mask matapos makalabas ng ER. I took the bullet with me at hinugasan iyon. I knew it, may crescent nga talaga siya. The same bullet that I removed from that guy's leg.

So if I found out who shot my patient, maybe I will find out who also shot the mysterious guy. I need to know!

Lumabas ako ng restroom pagkatapos maghugas ng kamay when I accidentally bumped into a tall guy.

"I'm sorry," dispensa ko pero mabilis niya akong hinatak pabalik sa loob ng restroom.

He pinned me against the wall as his dark eyes met mine. Hawak-hawak ko pa rin ang bala at muntikan ko na itong mabitawan dahil sa malalakas niyang kamay na nakahawak sa akin.

"Sino ka? Let me go!"

"Wrong girl," he says and let me go.

"Sir, bawal po ang lasing dito. You should get water from 10th floor," inis kong pinagpag ang labcoat ko at umalis palayo sa kanya.

Shucks! What's wrong with him?

Nakatanggap ako ng text galing kay daddy at pinapauwi niya ako ng maaga kahit marami pa akong pasyente na ichecheck.

"That's an order, Georgia," he demands.

Wala na akong nagawa kundi ang sumunod sa kanya. I called Pierre to get the car, he's my personal butler dad hired as a bodyguard after he found out I was being assassinated by a Yakuza.

"Hey, can you get me the car? Uuwi na ako."

"Yes, Ms. Georgia."

"Thanks, Pierre."

I put down the phone at niligpit ang mga clipboards na nasa mesa when I heard a knock from the door.

"Come in."

"You're going home already?" tanong ni Coleman, he's one of my colleagues. A very intelligent neurosurgeon.

"Unfortunately, yes. Dad called."

"Daddy's girl," he smirked.

"Shut up!"

"Be careful on your way home, George. I'll be going as well," lumabas siya ng office ko.

I put the labcoat back to my small closet at nagbihis ng maayos na damit. Nagsuot din ako ng hoodie kasi napaka-kumportable nito suotin.

I received a message from Pierre at naghihintay na siya sa ibaba ngayon. I took the elevator and pressed 1 kung saan ang entrance nang may nagbukas ng halos pasarang pinto ng elevator. The man in the black suit pressed LG.

Nakatingin lang ako sa relo ko habang hinihintay na tumunog ang elevator. Why is dad wants me to go home early anyway?

"How are you?" the man in the suit asks.

Is he talking to me o may cellphone sa kanyang tenga?

"Are you talking to me?" paninigurado ko.

"Yes, you," hindi niya pa rin ako nilingon. Nakatalikod lang siya sa akin.

"I'm fine, I guess?"

I don't even know him but he's speaking to me casually.

"That's good."

"Have we met before?" I asked.

"You treated Mr. Torres," he replied.

"Ah, yung pasyente ko kanina. Pamilya ka ba niya?"

"Nope."

Ting!

Tumunog ang elevator. Dito na ako bababa. Naglakad ako palabas nang sabihin niya ang mga katagang...

"He's my victim, and you let him live."

The elevator door closed. Ni hindi ako nakagalaw sa kinatatayuan ko matapos marinig iyon. That face, he was the one who pinned me against the wall!

Mabilis kong tinawagan si Joey habang papalabas ng hospital kaso naubusan ako ng load. I saw Pierre waiting for me outside the car kaya sinenyasan ko siyang lumapit.

"Pierre, may load ka ba?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Pahiram ng phone, bilis!"

He gave me his iPhone. I immediately dialled Joey's number at mabuti na lang kasi mabilis niyang nasagot ang tawag.

"Hello, you've reached Malavar Hospital. How can I help you?"

"Joey, it's me, Georgia. Can you please check the patient at Room 901?"

"Ms. George, ikaw pala. Akala ko nakauwi na kayo."

"Please, Joey. I badly need to know if the patient is okay. Can you check him for me?"

"Sige po. I'll give an update," ibinaba niya ang tawag.

"Shall we go, Miss?" si Pierre.

"No. I need to know the patient's condition first," sagot ko na halos hindi magkamayaw ang huwisyo.

Kinakabahan ako, baka may nangyaring masama sa kanya.

After a short moment, Joey called me back and told me that the patient is still sleeping. May heart rate rin at nagiging maayos na ang kalagayan. That news made me sigh in relief.

"Thank you, Joey! Bye."

Ibinalik ko kay Pierre ang cellphone. Binuksan niya ako ng kotse at naupo ako sa likuran.

"Do you have a clue why dad wants me to go home early?"

Umiling siya at nagpokus pa rin sa pagdadriver.

Nang makarating ako sa condo, kung saan ako nilipat ni daddy, mabilis kong binuksan ang laptop ko at tinawagan si daddy.

"Hi, dad," I greeted.

"Hello, George. Is Pierre there?"

"Nasa labas. Papasukin ko ba?"

"Yes, dear. I have something to say to you and it's good if andyan din si Pierre."

"You could have just call him," I sighed and face time Pierre.

Pinapunta ko siya dahil utos ni dad kaya agad naman siyang sumunod. Kumatok siya pero pinapasok ko rin kaagad, alam niya naman ang passcode ng unit ko dahil siya mismo ang naglagay nito.

"You called, Miss?"

"Oo. Sit beside me. Dad's got something to tell us."

"Pierre, I have a good news and bad news for you," panimula ni dad.

"What is it, sir?"

"The good news is, you got hired to a much worse woman. The bad news is, you will start tomorrow."

Nagtinginan kami ni Pierre na may malaking question mark sa ulo.

"Ano raw?" inis kong tinignan si dad sa monitor. "What are you talking about?"

"Pierre is the new bodyguard of your cousin, Traxia."

"Oh, that evil brat," I rolled my eyes.

"That means starting tomorrow, Pierre is not your bodyguard anymore and you have to know how to drive, to cook, to clean, and to do laundry," dagdag niya.

"Pierre never did all of that for me!" minasahe ko ang aking noo.

"I did," Pierre whispered to my ears.

"Ssh!"

That's right. Pierre is not just my bodyguard, he is my butler. He does everything for me mula sa pagluluto hanggang sa paglalaba. Although, it's really awkward for me since he cleans my underwears pero nasanay na raw siya.

I don't believe he's just a bodyguard. There's something about him is so mysterious but I couldn't figure it out.

"So I'm all alone starting tomorrow," I said.

"You're a grown woman, George. You can handle yourself. I know that," si dad.

"Fine, fine. But I need a maid."

"No, you can't!" dad sighed in frustration. "George, you know how people react if they find out who you are."

Pierre looked away. Iniiwasan niya lang ang tingin ko dahil alam niyang idadamay ko siyang magmakaawa.

"I understand."

"Sir, pardon me. But what if the assassin comes back to kill George?" tanong ni Pierre.

Napairap ako sa kawalan nang makita ang ngiti ng ama ko. I really dislike that expression of him.

"George, explain to your butle-"

"No, dad!"

Pierre stared at me, asking what am I supposed to say.

"Miss?"

"Don't start with me, Pierre."

Pinatay ko ang video call matapos magpaalam ni dad. I saw Pierre started packing his things in his big bags.

"My cousin is pure evil. She's Satan's spawn," pambabasag ko sa katahimikan namin.

"Well, there's no backing down, Ms. George. I can handle evil very well," ngumiti siya sa akin at bumulong.  "I handled you very well."

"Pierre!"

He laughed and finished packing. Nakatulog ako nang hindi ko namamalayan.

I woke up with Pierre's letter on the table. Sulat niya ito na nagpapasalamat at nagpapaalam. Hindi ko na binasa kasi wala namang dapat basahin. Eto lang kasi ang nakalagay:

Thank you, Ms. George. Good bye.

From: Pierre P.

Lumabas ako ng kwarto nang naka-underwear lamang. I have white shirt, but I don't like wearing shorts when I sleep. Basically, I'm in my lacey red underwear.

Naglakad ako papuntang kusina upang magluto ng makakain nang biglang tumunog ang phone ko. I checked it and Joey's name pop.

"What's up?"

"The patient..."

"What patient?"

"The patient in room 901. H-He's dead, George."

"What?"

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