August 25th, 2029
Bonifacio Global City, Taguig
11:05 AM
Timothy stepped out of the TG Atlas and closed the door with a soft, familiar thud. No driver today. He had told his staff he'd take this one himself. Saturday, no hearings, no site inspection, no DOE calls. He had the entire day blocked off in his calendar with a single word: "Personal."
BGC was busy but not chaotic. Office towers, glass façades, people in sneakers and casual clothes instead of suits. Families pushing strollers, teenagers taking photos, joggers with wireless earbuds. It felt younger than Makati, less formal, more restless.
He checked his phone out of habit.
Hairline crack on the corner of the screen. Battery at 39%, even though he had charged it before leaving the condo. Storage warnings popping up every other day. This phone had survived late-night calls, emergency Zoom meetings, site video inspections from Bataan to General Santos.
It was time.
