Ben D. Kritz
AT least once a year, someone in Meralco’s dour tower in Ortigas rummages through the files for the folder marked “PRES,” dusts it off, and waves it in front of a gathering of bored energy beat reporters.
AT least once a year, someone in Meralco’s dour tower in Ortigas rummages through the files for the folder marked “PRES,” dusts it off, and waves it in front of a gathering of bored energy beat reporters.