By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang
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“Oh? When?” Off finished his ossobuco and gave a slice of pizza to Gun.
“Thank you, P’.” He said after swallowing his bite of focaccia. “In October, P’.”
“That’s near. What day?”
“Fourth, P’. October 4’s my birthday.” Off filed that information somewhere inside his brain. “Why Business, P’?”
Off thought of his dad’s company. “I’m my dad’s heir.”
Gun’s utensils clattered and he apologized hastily. “Heir, P’? You’re second-generation?”
“Third, actually.”
“By the way you look, it seems you don’t want to inherit your family’s business?”
“I’m the second son. Besides, I want to start my own.”
“Which industry?”
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