The space they leased for TG MedSystems sat in a mixed-use block in Quezon City, close enough to major roads for delivery trucks and service vans, far enough from hospitals and residential areas that no one would question generators, late work hours, or constant foot traffic. It wasn't cheap, but it wasn't impressive either. It looked like a place where work happened, not a place meant to be admired.
Timothy arrived early and rode the freight elevator up with a security guard who didn't ask questions. When the doors opened, the unit greeted them with bare concrete, unfinished paint, and the faint smell of dust that clung to new spaces longer than anyone admitted. Hana was already there, standing inside with a clipboard, phone tucked away, hair tied back tight.
She didn't greet him. She handed him a spare hard hat without comment and walked toward the center of the floor.
