Across The Hallway

CHAPTER 38

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A week after returning from the sun-drenched beaches of Boracay, the reality of their new life together began in earnest among stacked cardboard boxes, rolls of bubble wrap, and the warm afternoon sunlight spilling into Jeffrey’s Rockwell condo. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a sweeping view of the Makati skyline, but inside, the living room had become a beautifully organized kind of chaos.

Jeffrey set the last heavy box beside the hallway with a dramatic sigh. Dusting off his hands, he rested them on his hips and surveyed the room with satisfaction.

“That’s officially the last one from the car,” he declared, flashing Christine a lopsided grin. “Your entire life has officially been transferred to the twenty-fourth floor.”

Christine looked up from where she sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor, sorting through a crate of books and framed prints. She brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead, her wedding band catching the afternoon light.

“You say that like my things took over the entire elevator.”

“It took three trips, Mrs. Reyes,” Jeffrey replied, walking over and offering her a hand.

She accepted it, and he gently pulled her to her feet. Instead of letting go, he drew her into his arms until her hands rested naturally against his chest.

“Not that I’m complaining,” he said. “This place was way too quiet without you.”

Christine smiled as she looked around the condo. It had always been sleek, modern, and impeccably organized—so unmistakably Jeffrey. But now her potted plants sat along the balcony, her favorite art books rested on the coffee table beside his engineering magazines, and her shoes stood neatly beside his in the foyer. The condo no longer felt like his. It felt like theirs.

“It feels strange,” Christine admitted softly, resting her chin against his shoulder while his arms settled comfortably around her waist. “Leaving my old place was bittersweet.” She glanced around the room again before looking back at him. “But walking in here today… it actually feels like coming home.”

Jeffrey kissed her temple. “That’s because it is.” He smiled. “Our home.”

The rest of the afternoon disappeared into quiet domestic routines. Jeffrey cleared out nearly half of his walk-in closet without a single complaint, insisting she take whichever shelves and hanging space she wanted. Meanwhile, Christine unpacked the kitchen, arranging her favorite ceramic mugs beside his and finding places for the little things that slowly transformed an apartment into a home. Neither of them noticed how quickly the hours slipped by.

By the time evening settled over Rockwell, the skyline outside shimmered beneath silver and amber lights. Most of the boxes had been emptied, flattened, and stacked neatly against the wall.

Feeling pleasantly exhausted, Christine stepped onto the balcony carrying two steaming mugs of tea. A cool evening breeze swept through the high-rise, carrying with it the distant hum of traffic below.

A moment later, Jeffrey joined her. Without a word, he slipped his arms around her from behind and rested his chin lightly against her shoulder. Together, they looked out over the city stretching endlessly before them.

“Tired?” he asked.

“A little.” She leaned comfortably against him. “But mostly just… happy.”

Jeffrey smiled, gently tightening his embrace before taking a sip from his mug. “Welcome home, Mrs. Reyes,” he whispered.

Christine turned within his arms until she was facing him. She smiled before rising onto her toes to press a soft kiss against his lips. “It’s good to be home, Mr. Reyes.”

For a quiet moment, neither of them spoke. The city sparkled beneath them, alive with countless stories unfolding beyond their balcony. But for the first time since saying I do, they weren’t thinking about wedding plans, guest lists, or honeymoon itineraries. There were no schedules to keep. No ceremonies to prepare. No countdowns left. Just a home. And the life they were finally beginning together.

The morning sun had barely risen above the Manila skyline when the alarm signaled the start of their first official workday under the same roof. Inside the condo, their routine unfolded with surprising ease. The rich aroma of freshly brewed espresso drifted through the kitchen while the soft rustle of pressed suits filled the bedroom. They shared the vanity without a word, occasionally stepping aside for one another as though they’d been doing it for years.

Jeffrey adjusted the knot of his navy silk tie and caught Christine’s reflection in the mirror as she smoothed the lapels of her tailored blazer.

“Ready to brave the corporate world, Mrs. Reyes?” he asked, a subtle grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Christine stepped closer and instinctively straightened his collar. “More than ready, Mr. Reyes.” She gave him a knowing look. “But remember our unspoken rule. The moment those elevator doors open…” She smiled. “…it’s strictly business.”

Jeffrey placed a hand over his chest in mock sincerity. “Understood.”

He reached for her hand as they picked up their leather work bags and headed for the door.

The drive from Rockwell to the office passed comfortably. They talked through the day’s schedule, reviewed the nine o’clock board meeting, and discussed a few outstanding reports that needed their attention. It felt less like commuting and more like preparing for another project they would tackle together.

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As Jeffrey guided the car into his reserved parking space beneath the building, an almost invisible shift settled between them. Neither of them acknowledged it. Neither needed to. They simply stepped into the professional versions of themselves: poised, focused, composed.

Walking side by side toward the executive elevators, Jeffrey pressed the call button. The doors slid open. They stepped inside.

For ten brief seconds, the elevator belonged only to them. Jeffrey glanced at the glowing floor numbers before quietly reaching for Christine’s hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Have a good morning, partner,” he said softly.

Christine returned the squeeze. “You too.”

The elevator chimed. Their floor.

As the doors opened, the warmth between them settled naturally beneath polished professionalism.

“Good morning, Sir Jeff. Good morning, Ma’am Christine,” the receptionist greeted with a respectful smile.

“Good morning, Sarah,” Jeffrey replied with an appreciative nod, his voice calm and authoritative.

Christine offered the receptionist a warm smile of her own. “Good morning, Sarah. Please make sure the board packets are printed before the nine o’clock meeting.”

“Already taken care of, Ma’am.”

“Perfect. Thank you.”

Together, Jeffrey and Christine continued toward the executive corridor. Throughout the morning, their quiet professionalism set the tone for the entire floor.

Inside the glass-walled boardroom, department heads and senior executives gathered around the polished mahogany table. Jeffrey led the strategic presentation with his usual confidence, moving through financial projections and development milestones with measured precision. When questions arose, Christine seamlessly expanded on the analysis, offering thoughtful insights supported by data that left little room for uncertainty.

Watching them together, it was easy to understand why the company trusted them. They never competed for attention; they complemented one another. One led, the other strengthened, and then, without effort, they traded roles whenever the discussion demanded it. To everyone else in the room, they were simply two executives operating in complete alignment.

Only they noticed the quieter moments hidden beneath the meeting. When Jeffrey passed a report across the table, his thumb brushed lightly against hers before either of them let go—so brief no one could have noticed. When Christine finished answering a difficult question, Jeffrey gave the smallest nod of approval. She caught it and smiled almost imperceptibly before returning to the discussion.

It was enough. Their marriage didn’t need to exist inside the boardroom; their trust already did.

By early afternoon, the executive floor settled back into its familiar rhythm. The steady tapping of keyboards, ringing phones, and quiet conversations drifted through the offices as employees returned to their work.

Inside her corner office, Christine sat reviewing a stack of quarterly financial reports when a light knock sounded against the glass door. Her assistant stepped inside carrying a neatly wrapped brown shipping box.

“Ma’am Christine,” Hannah said, setting it gently on the corner of the desk. “Your package from the engravers just arrived.”

Christine looked up with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Hannah.”

Once the door closed behind her assistant, Christine set her fountain pen aside and turned her attention to the box. She had been waiting for it since they returned from Boracay.

Christine picked up the desk scissors and carefully sliced through the packing tape. Folding back the cardboard flaps, she peeled away the layers of bubble wrap protecting the custom piece she had ordered shortly after returning from Boracay. She lifted it carefully. The weight of the polished mahogany felt solid in her hands, its brushed brass plate catching the afternoon light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Engraved across the front were the words: CHRISTINE JAVIER REYES

She smiled. Seeing her full name displayed so simply stirred something quiet inside her. Christine Javier had built her career in these halls; Christine Javier Reyes would carry it forward.

For a brief moment, she looked at the old nameplate resting on her desk. Then she carefully placed it inside the bottom drawer. It had marked one chapter of her life. This would mark the next.

Christine positioned the new nameplate neatly along the front edge of her desk and stepped back to straighten it. Satisfied, her gaze drifted through the glass walls of her office toward the executive suite across the corridor.

Jeffrey was seated behind his desk, reviewing a document while listening attentively to someone on the phone. Almost as if he sensed her looking, he glanced up. His eyes immediately found the polished mahogany nameplate. A quiet smile softened his otherwise composed executive expression. Without interrupting the conversation, he lifted his coffee mug slightly in her direction—a private toast.

Christine couldn’t help smiling. She returned the smallest nod before sitting down and resuming her work.

A few minutes later, a gentle knock sounded against the glass door. Jeffrey stepped inside carrying a black leather portfolio. To anyone passing through the executive hallway, it looked like nothing more than another meeting between senior executives.

He closed the door behind him, and the noise of the office faded. Jeffrey walked toward her desk, setting the portfolio beside a stack of reports before letting his attention settle on the new nameplate. For a quiet moment, he simply looked at it.

Then he smiled. “So,” he said softly, “you were the one who ordered it.”

Christine leaned back comfortably in her chair. “I was.” She tilted her head. “What do you think?”

Jeffrey rested one hand lightly on the edge of her desk. His thumb brushed absentmindedly across the polished mahogany before he looked back at her. “I think it looks incredible.” His voice softened. “I especially like seeing ‘Javier’ right where it belongs.”

Christine’s smile grew warmer. “It felt right.” She rested her fingertips lightly over his hand. “Christine Javier built her career here. Christine Javier Reyes is taking it forward.”

Jeffrey’s expression filled with quiet admiration. “And she’s doing an incredible job.”

Before straightening, he gently lifted her hand and brushed a quick kiss across her knuckles. It lasted only a second, but long enough to make her smile.

“Ready for lunch?” he asked.

Christine nodded. “I’ve been ready since that board meeting.”

Jeffrey laughed. “I thought you looked unusually patient.”

“I was hungry.”

“So that’s what that look meant.”

She gave him an amused look. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Together, they left the office and headed toward the executive elevators.

A few minutes later, they settled into their favorite corner table at a nearby restaurant. The waiter took their orders before quietly leaving them alone, and the last traces of their professional composure disappeared with him.

Jeffrey rested his hand, palm up, across the table. Without thinking, Christine slipped hers into it. Their fingers intertwined naturally, the afternoon sunlight glinting softly against their wedding bands.

“So,” Jeffrey said, smiling across the table. “How’s my favorite executive surviving her first official day back?”

Christine laughed. “Honestly?” She traced small circles across the back of his hand with her thumb. “Better than I expected.” She shook her head with an amused smile. “But every time someone called me ‘Ma’am Christine’ today… part of me kept expecting them to add ‘Reyes.’”

Jeffrey grinned. “I think they should.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Or maybe,” he continued, trying—and failing—to hide his smile, “I’ll start calling you Mrs. Reyes during board meetings.”

Christine pointed at him. “Don’t you dare.”

“I was only kidding.”

“Were you?”

“I value my life too much.”

She laughed. “Good answer.”

Jeffrey lifted her hand and brushed a light kiss across her knuckles. “Strictly business in the hallways,” he said. “But sitting here…” He looked at her for a moment. “…I get my wife back.”

Christine’s expression softened. “So do I.” She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “No meetings. No reports. No board members. Just us.”

Jeffrey smiled. “My favorite part of every workday.”

Their food arrived a few moments later, ending the conversation naturally. Outside, Makati moved at its usual relentless pace. Inside the quiet restaurant, Jeffrey and Christine enjoyed one peaceful hour together before returning to the responsibilities waiting beyond the office doors.