October 18, 2029TG Tower, Executive Floor.
8:10 PM
The executive wing was quiet by the time Timothy returned from the rural trip. Most offices were dark, and only a few staff remained scattered across the floor. The glass walls carried the reflection of the city outside. Manila looked busy and restless, but the room he stepped into felt still, as if waiting for something important to begin.
Hana was already seated at the long conference table. Her laptop was open, with several documents arranged neatly beside it. She looked up when Timothy entered.
"You are late," she said. "I assumed you stopped on the lower floors again."
"I needed a few minutes alone," Timothy replied. He placed his tablet on the table and sat across from her. "I could not get the school out of my head."
"The classrooms," Hana said, "or the children inside them."
