Lina's POV
The afternoon sun streams through my office windows as I review the quarterly reports spread across my mahogany desk. Salvacion Medical Marketing has exceeded every projection Rio's team created, and the success feels surreal. Three months ago, I was eating ramen in a cramped apartment. Now I command a conference room full of executives who hang on my every word.
Isabella appears in my doorway with her usual efficiency. "Miss Salvacion, you have a call on line one. Mr. Teodoro Kalinawan."
My heart skips. Rio's grandfather has never called me directly. In the few times we've spoken, it's always been when I'm with Rio at family gatherings.
"Thank you, Isabella. Please close the door."
I smooth my hair and adjust my posture, even though he can't see me. Something about Teodoro demands respect, even over the phone.
"Lolo," I say, using the Filipino term for grandfather that he taught me. "How lovely to hear from you."
