January 29, 2030.
Timothy was in his office and Hana arrived on time, as she always did. She didn't carry a tablet. That alone told him she had decided to listen rather than manage. She closed the door behind her, set her phone face down on the table, and took a seat without comment.
"You're serious," she said, not as a question.
Timothy nodded once. He had already decided not to ease into this. Hana didn't respect preambles. She respected clarity.
"I'm considering forming a new enterprise under TG Holdings," he said. "Separate structure. Separate governance. Focused entirely on medical technologies."
Hana leaned back in her chair, eyes on him, expression neutral but alert. She didn't interrupt. She waited for him to justify the sentence.
"It won't be hospitals," Timothy continued. "It won't be care delivery. It will be devices, platforms, manufacturing, and service infrastructure. Diagnostics first. Intervention support later."
