I spent three whole days thinking about what I could do to kill my brother's interest on Mirathea Custodio.

Ngunit dumaan lang ang tatlong araw na wala akong napala kundi ang mabwisit, dahil hindi naman ako nakaisip ng paraan kung paano mawawalan ng amor ang kuya ko kay Miss Loudmouth.

Fine. I guess I'll just do my last resort.

I hurried to the Accounting Department and approached the first person I could find — who happened to be Alessandro Pinpin, one of our senior accountants.

"Where is your head?" I asked him.

"My head? Here, sir," sagot niya sabay turo sa sentido niya.

For fuck's sake.

"Stupid. I'm asking about your department head."

Nagtawanan naman ang mga nakarinig ng usapan namin.

"Ay, sorry po. Hindi mo naman kasi nilinaw, sir. Nasa loob po ng office niya si Ma'am Mira."

After giving Alessandro one last irritated look, I made my way towards Ms. Custodio's office. Without knocking — why would I, when I own this place — I entered the room.

Oh, wow. Look at the woman, having the time of her life.

Nadatnan ko lang naman si Ms. Custodio na nakapikit habang tila enjoy na enjoy sa kanyang pagsa-sound trip. Her eyes were closed and her earphones were plugged in, and she was humming a tune I recognized as "Party in the USA". I wasn't a fan — one just couldn't go anywhere without hearing the song.

Talk about annoying.

Instead of yelling at her, I decided to just scare her out of her wits. I approached her noiselessly while she still had her eyes shut, then yanked her earphones away.

Gaya ng inaasahan ay gulat na napamulat siya dahil sa ginawa ko.

"Well? I suppose Miley Cyrus isn't concerned about the financial state of Medialink, Ms. Custodio."

Just look at her face, shocked and scared at the same time. Ang sarap picture-an para ipadala sa gag show.

"Hi, Sir Vren." Recovering from her surprise, she flashed me a simpering smile. "Kilala mo pala si Miley Cyrus?"

"You're impossible," I told her, vexed that she still had the guts to joke around.

Mukha namang natauhan siya dahil sumeryoso ang mukha niya, at pagkaraan ay bumuntonghininga siya. "I'm sorry, sir. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Good. Be afraid of me.

But wait — paano ko nga ba sasabihin sa kanya ang pakay ko? Kaya ako pumunta rito sa office niya ay para dalhin siya sa kung nasaan ngayon ang siraulo kong kapatid. Sasabihin ko sa kanila, lalo na kay Vince, na kung gusto nilang magligawan, bahala na sila. Basta lang ay 'wag na nila akong idamay sa mga kalokohan nila.

Nananahimik ako, tapos gagawin akong delivery man ng tsokolate at teddy bear?

"Sir?" She peered at me curiously.

"We are going to AMMC," I finally said after a deep breath.

"AMMC?" Now she was looking confused. "Saan po 'yon?"

It took all my willpower not to roll my eyes. Hindi niya alam kung saan ang AMMC, gayong doon ko siya dinala matapos ko siyang aksidenteng mabangga ng kotse ko?

"Right where Vince is," I just said, already tired of this woman's foolishness. Sigurado namang mage-gets na niya kung saan ko siya dadalhin kapag binanggit ko ang pangalan ng kapatid ko. At sigurado rin akong walang pag-aalinlangan na siyang sasama dahil dito.

The thought annoyed me even more, but I tried to push the ill feelings away. I just want to be out of her and Vince's business.