"Let's have a drink!" Timothy said with a grin, lifting a glass of champagne from the passing waiter's tray.
Hana chuckled and followed suit, accepting her own glass. "Finally, something that isn't work-related," she teased before taking a small sip. The bubbles fizzed delicately, catching the soft golden lights above their table.
They clinked their glasses lightly. "To tonight," Timothy said. "And to the future we're building."
Hana smiled warmly. "To TG Mobility," she added. "And maybe… to its overworked CEO finally learning how to relax."
He laughed softly. "Touché."
The two shared a quiet moment, just letting the atmosphere sink in.
"Mr. Guerrero," a deep, composed voice greeted from the side.
Timothy turned and immediately recognized the man approaching, broad-shouldered, confident, dressed in a classic black tuxedo.
"Mr. Ramon Ang," Timothy said, standing to shake his hand. "It's an honor to see you here."
