We Can Finally Start

"Mr. Go dropped the case?" Michael repeated the text message. Well, that's an unexpected outcome. He didn't expect them to drop the case so early and easily as their faces back then when they were talking together were firm and left no room for negotiation. 

Michael, as of now, is outside the Technological Institute of the Philippines. In his hand was a stick of kwek-kwek, the popular Filipino street food consisting of hard-boiled quail eggs wrapped in an orange batter and deep-fried to perfection. The snack, with its crunchy exterior and soft, warm center, was a simple pleasure that Michael had not indulged in for some time. 

As he took another bite, he read the one who sent the message was Antoinette Estolas. 

He tapped the call icon and wedged the phone between his shoulder and ear. The phone rang twice before Antoinette picked up.

"Michael? Did you get my message?" Antoinette asked.