Chapitre 4: Chapter 4
Another bump, and he inhales sharply. The sweet scent of long and vanilla greets his nostrils. Surprised, he opens his eyes and sees that the brown-haired girl is asleep in the seat beside him, her head nuzzled into a grey neck pillow.
As he studies her face, he realizes that there is something different this time. She looks older somehow and more sophisticated. Gone are the jeans and hoodie, now replaced with immaculate slacks and an expensive-looking sweater.
Another dream.
He groans, frustrated at his past attemps to piece the flimsuly scenes together into something he could actually understand.
He exhales, stopping himself form kissing the top of her head. He is as confused as before, but she is asleep, so thankfully there's no need for conversation this time.
Maybe this dream would just pass uneventfully, he thinks. Maybe I'll wake up after this.
I hope I wake up after this.
He opens the book on his lap, rubs his eyes, and skims through the new chapter. Multiverses, string theory, parallel occurrences, quantum leaps-- why was this even mandatory reading for all team leaders in the company?
He groans at the mathematical illustrations and equations that pepper the pages. How The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea even became a New York Times bestseller will always be beyond him.
After all, the Japanese physicist who wrote the book insists that there are at least ten other universes that co-exist with the one we know. This meant that for each choice you made in the here and now, there are probably ten other universes that play out different scenarios of the choices that you didn't make.
Eleven universes?
He shakes his head in frustration. Bakit ba kasi ginawang required reading 'to for management. What did this book have to do with the airline industry?
"Well, hijo, when you're old and eccentric and worth 35 million pesos, you can recommend any book you damn want and everyone has to read them." he remembered his boss' words. If Miss Malu wasn't going to quiz him on it in a couple of days, he would've tossed the book into that trash bin a long time ago.
"But Miss Malu, this is about universe and math... and choice. What has this got to do with expanding the brand and opening new markets?"
"Maybe the chairman knows something we don't, hijo."
"Or maybe the rumors are true, ma'am. Maybe the old man is really crazy."
"Heion, listen to me. You have more drive and discipline than any of these MBA frauds who work here. Remember what I told you the first day you come to work for me?"
"You said you saw the chairman in me."
"True, Heion. The chairman went from errand boy to multibillionaire. He never even finished high school. That could be your path, too. I know you work harder than anyone else, and you're more driven than these Ateneo conyo boys you despise so much but there's still so much you don't know and you have to admit that. You say you want to be an executive? Then read what they read so you can think like one."
He shuts the book in frustration and peers at the dark sky outside the window. His boss was right, as usual.
He couldn't argue with his boss' logic. He leans back and studies the lackluster book cover, still trying to contemplate the implications of the chapters he's read so far. Ten other realities aside from your own.
What does someone do with that kind of information? Well, if it were true, it meant one important thing to him personally: that in ten other timelines, his mother is with him, still very much alive and happy.
He swallows hard, trying to hold back a year at the memory. He cracks open the book again and tries to read, but it is futile. The scent of lemon and vanilla continue to distract him.
"What will I do to you, Cass? I'm still confused about a lot of things."
This brown-haired girl sleeping beside him is Cass, that much he knows.
Bumuntong hininga siya at ipinikit ang mga mata.
"Maybe if I sleep, these weird dreams will go away."
Dark.
Light.
Dark.
He dozed off.
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