September 20, 2029
Quezon City Hall – Executive Wing
2:15 PM
Timothy didn't bother bringing an entourage. No photographers, no PR staff, no media handlers. Just him, a slim folder under his arm, and Hana carrying a tablet loaded with route simulations. The hallway leading to the Mayor's boardroom was newly renovated—clean flooring, bright lights, city employees moving fast but organized.
The secretary outside the boardroom stood as soon as she recognized him.
"Sir Guerrero, the mayor is ready for you."
"Thank you," Timothy said.
Inside, the room was mid-sized. Long rectangular table, ten chairs, and a wall-mounted monitor already displaying Quezon City's transport map. Mayor Felicidad Ramos stood at the head of the table with two of her department heads—Transportation and Budget—and nodded as Timothy entered.
"Mr. Guerrero," Mayor Ramos said, offering a handshake. "Thank you for coming on short notice."
"It's important," Timothy replied. "And it needs to start with you."
