Chapter 18 - The Ramos Business School

Sunday lunch at our house was supposed to be simple.

Mama cooked.

Papa was home.

Sofia had no classes.

Ate Bianca came over.

Kuya Nathan arrived with Ate Vivian carrying two containers from their food business.

I brought nothing.

Personal growth.

Ate Vivian handed Mama one container.

"Ma, tikman niyo nga. New supplier."

Mama opened it immediately.

"Mas mura?" I asked.

Kuya Nathan sighed.

"Here we go."

"I asked one question."

"That's how it starts," Ate Bianca said.

Traitors.

I tasted the sauce.

Good.

Slightly sweeter.

"Same quality?"

"So far," Ate Vivian said.

"How many batches?"

"Three."

"Customer feedback?"

Silence.

I looked at Kuya Nathan.

He looked at me.

"Masarap naman."

"According to us."

Papa took another bite.

"Masarap."

I laughed.

"Family approval. Five stars."

Kuya Nathan pointed at Papa.

"See?"

"Family is not market validation."

Sofia nodded.

"Correct."

Kuya Nathan stared at her.

"Don't encourage her."

Ate Vivian sat beside him.

"So huwag muna full switch?"

"Not yet. Split muna. Test more."

Ate Bianca immediately—

"Speaking of suppliers—"

I turned.

"No."

"Hindi pa ko nagtatanong!"

"Packaging?"

She stared.

"Yes."

Of course.

She showed me two jewelry boxes.

One prettier.

One cheaper.

"Test both," I said.

She sighed.

"You're boring."

"Profitable can be boring."

Papa nodded.

"Tama."

"You don't even know what we're talking about, Pa."

"Basta profitable."

Fair.

Lunch somehow became a free business seminar.

Kuya Nathan showed me their bundle promo.

I checked the costing.

Then stared at him.

"You're barely making money."

"But sales went up."

"Revenue went up."

Sofia looked at the numbers.

"Profit didn't."

I pointed at her.

"Beautiful."

Kuya Nathan sighed.

"I hate this family."

Ate Vivian took the sheet.

"So raise price?"

"Or change the bundle."

"What if fewer orders?"

"Then at least you're not subsidizing everyone's lunch."

Ate Vivian nodded.

"Fair."

Kuya Nathan looked betrayed.

"Wife?"

"Business."

I liked her.

Mama finally raised one hand.

"Sunday ngayon. Tama na trabaho."

Everyone stopped.

Immediately.

Mama remained the highest authority in the Ramos organization.

Seven peaceful minutes later, Sofia opened her laptop.

"Ate, one question."

"No."

"One."

"This family doesn't know what one means."

She showed me her marketing assignment.

I stared.

"These questions are bad."

"Ate."

"Question two is too broad."

"Ate."

"Question three assumes—"

"Ate."

I stopped.

She pointed at the screen.

"Assignment lang. Huwag mong palitan curriculum."

I sat back.

"Fine."

Ate Bianca laughed.

"Teacher talaga."

Kuya Nathan:

"Science Education finally useful."

"No."

Later, I ended up on the sofa doing nothing.

No laptop.

No client messages.

Just my phone.

Dangerous.

Celeste messaged.

update

how many

11

I blinked.

students?

yes

Then—

grace trial next saturday

how many

4 english

Good.

Then a photo arrived.

Mirror selfie.

Celeste.

Very pretty.

Very polished.

Excellent nose.

New top.

I stared.

why are you sending this to me

feedback

on what

top

I looked again.

The top was fine.

Very fine.

Unfortunately attached to Celeste.

I typed—

are you flirting with me

Three dots.

Then—

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

tell me so i can respond responsibly

RESPONSIBLY TALAGA?

yes

what happens if i say yes

I stared.

Dangerous.

i assess the situation

HAHAHAHA ANO TO BUSINESS PROPOSAL

you asked the business consultant

Then—

so?

Pause.

charot lang

Good.

Then—

unless?

I closed my eyes.

CELESTE

HAHAHAHAHAHA

single ka naman diba

that is not authorization

WOW

consent and risk management

She sent several laughing emojis.

I started laughing.

Out loud.

Sofia looked over.

"Who?"

"Business."

She stared.

"Business made you smile like that?"

"Yes."

"Sure."

??

My phone buzzed again.

Celeste:

fine. not flirting. for now.

I stared.

WHAT DOES FOR NOW MEAN

goodnight

It was 3:42 PM.

Disgusting.

She had stolen my escape tactic.

Five minutes later—

Jane.

celeste posted

Same photo.

Of course.

I HAVE ALREADY SEEN IT

Immediate reply.

WHAT

Fuck.

HOW

she sent it

Long pause.

DIRECTLY???

yes

WHY

feedback on top apparently

apparently????

Then—

pretty?

yes

polished?

yes

excellent nose?

jane

very nice legs?

PHOTO DOESN'T SHOW LEGS

incomplete data

I laughed.

Then Jane asked—

was she flirting

I stared.

i asked

YOU ASKED HER???

responsible communication

LIA ??

what did she say

charot lang unless

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Then—

UNLESS????

Exactly.

By late afternoon, everyone was still at the house.

Ate Bianca wanted coffee.

Mama told her there was instant.

She complained.

Mama told her to buy her own.

Kuya Nathan and Ate Vivian started discussing their repriced bundle again.

Mama looked at them.

Both stopped.

"Tomorrow," Ate Vivian said.

I laughed.

Mama's governance remained undefeated.

Monday morning, actual business resumed.

Abigail assigned Claire's first packing batch without waiting for me.

Bea prepared materials.

Evelyn sent next week's branch forecast on time.

Isabella sent updated paper prices.

Ate Bianca messaged:

tested 300 prettier packaging, 300 regular

Kuya Nathan:

bundle repriced. less orders pero mas may kita

Sofia:

prof approved my answer ??

Good.

Everyone learning.

Including me.

Then Celeste messaged.

grace confirmed

trial only?

yes

rate discussed?

yes

payment terms?

Pause.

fuck

I smiled.

discuss before saturday

yes ma'am

Then—

also not flirting today

I stared.

thank you for compliance update

maybe tomorrow

I closed the chat.

Abigail looked over.

"Ma'am, okay lang?"

"Yes."

"You look stressed."

"Personal compliance issue."

She blinked.

"Okay po."

Good employee.

No follow-up questions.

That evening, I got home before Papa.

Mama was watching TV.

Sofia was at the table.

I sat beside her.

She looked at me.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"You need something?"

"No."

She stared.

"New behavior."

Fair.

Mama looked over.

"Kumain ka na?"

"Not yet."

"Wait for Papa."

"Okay."

A few minutes later, Papa came home.

I stood.

"Pa."

I took his hand to my forehead.

"Pagod?"

"Konti."

Then dinner.

Mama.

Papa.

Sofia.

Me.

Ate Bianca had already gone home.

Kuya Nathan and Ate Vivian had their own house, their own dinner, their own life.

Normal.

No business emergency.

No optimization.

No need to prove anything.

And somehow—

that still felt like one of the biggest upgrades I'd made.

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