April 18th, 2028
TG Tower, 58th Floor – Executive Meeting Room
9:27 AM
Three days after the election, the tower felt different.
No more watch parties.
No more live streams on every floor.
Just calendars filling up again and inboxes exploding.
Timothy sat at the small conference table in his corner meeting room, jacket on the back of his chair, sleeves rolled up. A half-finished espresso sat beside his tablet, forgotten. On the wall, a muted business channel was running transition news on loop.
Knock.
Hana didn't wait for him to answer.
She stepped in with a slim laptop under one arm and a folder thick enough to count as light exercise in the other.
"Morning," Timothy said without looking up. "How bad is it?"
"Bad enough that Legal begged me to set this meeting," she replied, taking the seat across from him. "And Finance sent a three-page email with the subject line 'STRUCTURE OR DIE.'"
"Dramatic," Timothy said. "Alright. Talk."
