February 15th, 2028 — Bonifacio Global City

TG Tower Site

After two years of relentless construction, engineering revisions, safety audits, and round-the-clock shifts, the TG Tower finally stood complete.

One hundred percent.

A gleaming titan of glass and steel rising seventy-six stories above the heart of Manila.

Was this the grand opening?

Not yet.

Timothy would never open doors to the world until he had walked every hallway, pressed every panel, and inspected every corner of the building that would soon become the nerve center of his entire conglomerate. TG Mobility. TG Energy Systems. Aurion Semiconductor. LithiumX. Every empire needed its capital.

This tower would be his.

Timothy stepped out of the TG Horizon MPV with Hana beside him. A cool February wind swept across High Street, carrying the familiar blend of Manila morning—fresh brew from cafés, warm bread from bakeries, the hum of commuters already filling the district. But the TG Tower drowned out all background noise.

The construction team waited in a neat line near the entrance, safety vests pristine, helmets tucked beneath their arms. At the center stood Engr. Ramon Velasquez.

"Sir Guerrero," Velasquez greeted with a respectful bow of his head. "Welcome to your tower."

Timothy offered a short nod. "Let's begin."

Velasquez gestured toward the entrance. "Right this way."

The automatic doors slid open with a whisper.

Inside, the grand lobby came alive—three-story ceiling, marble floors polished like still water, and a panoramic digital wall displaying TG Motors concept EVs, LithiumX battery grids, and a rotating model of the TG Tower itself. The room smelled faintly of new steel, soft leather, and ionized air from the freshly tested HVAC systems.

Hana slowed to a stop, staring upward.

"This looks… incredible."

"It's supposed to," Timothy replied. "Tell Operations this standard is non-negotiable."

"Yes, sir," she said—but even her composed voice carried awe.

Velasquez stepped beside them. "Sir, I assume you'd like to see your personal floors?"

"Top floor first," Timothy answered.

"Of course." Velasquez motioned toward a separate corridor. "Your private elevator is ready."

They crossed the lobby, their footsteps echoing faintly against marble and glass. Unlike the main bank of lifts, this one stood behind a biometric gate—elegant brushed stainless steel, no visible keypad, only a discreet glass panel that recognized Timothy's approach.

The gate slid aside automatically.

The elevator doors opened with a soft, controlled chime.

Hana stepped inside, followed by Timothy, then Velasquez.

The interior was silent—soundproofed walls, carbon-reinforced frame, illuminated control panel hidden flush with the side. A soft white light washed over them as the doors sealed shut.

Velasquez tapped the digital display.

"Penthouse level. Executive floors."

The elevator responded with a gentle hum.

Timothy watched the floor numbers ascend in calm, steady increments.

Hana clasped her tablet closer. Even she—who had seen every blueprint, every cost breakdown, every 3D render—felt her heartbeat rise as they neared the top.

Velasquez glanced at Timothy with professional pride.

"Sir… when those doors open, you'll be stepping into the highest office in the Philippines."

Timothy didn't react.

But his eyes—sharp and focused—reflected the rising numbers on the panel.

73.

74.

75.

76.

The elevator slowed, a whisper-soft deceleration.

A final chime sounded.

The doors slid open.

Cold, pristine air brushed past them.

For a moment, none of them moved.

The top floor stretched out before them—wide, silent, and bathed in natural light spilling in through the massive wraparound glass walls. The entire level was designed as Timothy's domain: a full-floor executive suite, untouched, immaculate, and waiting for its owner.

Hana stepped out first.

Her breath caught.

"Sir…" she whispered. "This view…"

Timothy walked forward.

BGC sprawled beneath them like a living model—High Street, Market! Market!, the business district, the highway lines snaking toward Makati and Ortigas. Beyond that, the faint shimmer of Manila Bay. Even the mountains in the far north were visible, blue and hazy under the morning sky.

Velasquez followed, hands clasped behind him with quiet pride.

"This entire level is yours, sir. No other tenants, no shared spaces. Every wall, every panel, every system here was custom-built to match your specifications."

Timothy walked slowly through the open floor, taking everything in—his footfalls softened by premium acoustic flooring, the faint hum of the tower's internal power grid beneath the surface, the subtle glint of smart glass that could tint at a touch.

The main office was positioned at the west quadrant.

Floor-to-ceiling windows.

A panoramic sweep of the entire skyline.

A desk crafted from imported walnut and steel.

A hidden panel behind it containing secure communications and Titan servers.

Hana drifted toward the corner lounge area filled with minimalist furniture. "This is… bigger than our entire previous executive floor."

"It needed to be," Timothy said.

Velasquez gestured toward the ceiling. "Soundproofing is triple-layered. Climate control is zoned. The conference room walls are bullet-resistant. And your office—"

He pointed toward a metallic strip embedded in the floor.

"—has a built-in emergency lockdown system. In case of security breaches, it can seal instantly."

Hana's brow lifted. "I didn't know that."

Timothy glanced her way. "Now you know."

Velasquez smiled nervously. "We assumed you would want redundancies, sir. Especially considering your expansion in the AI and energy sectors. These floors are designed for high-threat resilience."

Timothy nodded once. "Good."

He stepped inside his office.

The space was enormous but not extravagant—modern, efficient, clean. Walls reinforced with smart panels capable of displaying data, maps, project feeds, and real-time metrics from any division across the TG conglomerate. In the center sat his desk.

A perfect vantage point for a man engineering the future.

Hana walked in behind him. "How does it feel, sir?"

Timothy rested a hand along the smooth surface of the desk.

"For now?" he said. "Empty."

"Empty?" Hana blinked.

"Because it's only a shell," Timothy said calmly. "A tower is just metal and glass. It becomes something only when the work inside it begins. When we fill it with engineers, designers, teams, innovation, then this becomes a headquarters."

He turned toward Velasquez.

"Show me the rest."

"Yes, sir."

They moved to the private boardroom.

A long, jet-black table dominated the space, surrounded by twelve leather seats. Embedded screens lined the wall, ready for global teleconferences with NVIDIA, Singapore Financial Group, Tokyo partners, and the Defense Energy Commission. Hana lightly brushed the table with her fingers.

"I can already imagine our semiconductor briefings here," she murmured.

Next was the executive lounge—a calm, minimalist room designed for receptions, investor meetings, and private negotiations. Soft lighting, a wall garden, and a small bar counter completed the polished atmosphere.

"This will be for your VIP engagements," Velasquez explained. "Heads of state, corporate heads, foreign delegations—anyone who flies here to see TG's future firsthand."

Timothy examined the space silently.

Then he nodded.

They continued down the hallway to a final section: a private balcony, sealed with tempered smart glass. Velasquez unlocked it with a biometric card.

The doors slid open.

Fresh air filled the space.

The balcony wrapped elegantly around the edge of the tower, offering a dizzying view of the entire Metro. Cars looked like moving grains of rice far below. The wind brushed past, tugging lightly at their clothes.

"This is the highest outdoor point in the building," Velasquez said. "Your personal space, sir. Restricted access."

Timothy stepped forward until he stood at the edge—behind the protective reinforced railing.

Hana watched him quietly.

Here, above the noise and chaos of the world, Timothy saw everything.

The city he intended to power.

The industries he intended to reshape.

The Philippines he intended to modernize.

"This," he said softly, "is where it begins."

He turned back to them.

"Velasquez."

"Yes, sir?"

"Prepare the lower floors. Next week, we begin transferring departments."

Velasquez nodded. "It will be ready."

Timothy looked at Hana.

"Hana. Contact all division heads. Full briefing tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

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