January 1st, 2025.
The date had finally come for the presentation of his executives. Timothy and Hana were on their way to the new office located along Fifth Avenue.
The Ford Raptor rolled down the ramp into the underground parking of The Finance Centre, headlights sweeping across neatly painted slots. The polished concrete gleamed, almost empty at this early hour, with only a few high-end sedans and SUVs scattered across the area.
Timothy eased the truck into his reserved slot, engine rumbling to a stop. He unbuckled, turned briefly toward Hana, and said, "Ready?"
Hana, already dressed in a crisp white blouse and navy blazer, her hair tied neatly, glanced at her tablet and gave a small nod.
"Everything is set, Mr. Guerrero. The executives have already logged into the call. The conference room is prepared."
"Good." Timothy stepped out, walking around to open her door. Together, they made their way toward the elevator lobby.
