Singapore Changi Airport. Same day, afternoon.
Timothy arrived at the main entrance of the Changi Airport. He stepped out of the taxi which was a Toyota Alphard with his luggage. Hana followed after and were now standing side by side.
"Hana," Timothy said. "This is the time I will leave. Let's keep ourselves in touch through calls and emails and update me on everything while I'm in Manila," Timothy finished.
Hana nodded, holding her tablet close to her chest. "Understood, Mr. Guerrero. I'll organize the executives' reports and send you a daily summary. If something urgent comes up, I'll call you immediately."
"That's good." Timothy gave a small nod of approval. He adjusted the strap of his carry-on and glanced at her. "You handled yourself well back there in the meeting. Keep that up."
A faint smile crossed Hana's lips. "Thank you. I'll do my best not to disappoint you."
