Ten minutes later.
Timothy sat behind his massive desk, fingers tapping lightly as he skimmed through the meeting notes Reyes had sent him the night before. SMRs, neutron flux, passive safety systems—Reyes claimed he developed something "game-changing."
Timothy believed him; the guy lived and breathed nuclear engineering. Still… his mind wasn't in technical mode yet.
He leaned back.
Too early. Too busy. Too many things on his plate already.
And after everything that happened this morning—from the employee address to his mother and sister's surprise visit—he needed a reset. Something simple, something that didn't involve supply chain logistics or government negotiations or billion-peso budgets.
His stomach grumbled softly.
Right. Breakfast part two.
He pressed a small desk button.
"Hana?" the intercom chimed.
"Sir?" Hana replied.
"Have Pantry prepare something light. Maybe fish and chips, garlic aioli, the usual snacks. Deliver it here."
"Yes, sir. Anything else?"
