October 24, 2029
TG Tower.
Executive Conference Room
3:05 PM
The executive conference room was smaller than the main boardroom. No long polished table, no wall of screens. Just a solid rectangular table, six chairs, and a quiet view of BGC through the glass.
Timothy sat at the far side, a folder in front of him, a glass of water within reach. He had already read Adrian Reyes's file twice. He had watched the recording of Hana's interview once. What mattered now was not paper or footage. It was how the man handled him face to face.
Hana sat to Timothy's right, tablet on the table, pen in hand. She looked calm, but this meeting mattered to her. She was the one who had pushed for a full foundation, not just one-off donations. She had found this candidate and now waited to see whether Timothy would confirm her judgment.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Timothy said.
