September 17, 2029
Taguig – TG Tower, 21st Floor – Executive Conference Room
9:48 AM
Timothy entered the conference room the same way he always did—quietly, without knocking, without ceremony. He wasn't expecting much today. Carlos had sent a brief message the night before:
"Sir, I have something new. Needs your eyes."
No attachments. No teasers. Typical Carlos.
When Timothy stepped inside, Carlos was already there, laptop open, a stack of documents beside him. He looked more energized than usual—like someone who hadn't slept but didn't regret it.
"Morning," Carlos said.
"Show me," Timothy replied, taking his seat.
Carlos clicked something on his laptop and rotated it slightly toward Timothy. A render filled the screen—not glossy, not stylized, just a functional blueprint.
It wasn't a car.
It was much bigger.
"This," Carlos said, "is our electric bus platform."
Timothy leaned forward.
