The evening breeze carried the scent of salt and city lights as the sun dipped beneath the skyline. By the time the TG Mobility convoy arrived at the Fullerton Hotel, the streets along Marina Bay were painted gold.
imothy stepped out of the black BMW first, straightening his suit jacket as he gazed at the grand facade before him. The hotel, a stately colonial building that had witnessed decades of Singapore's transformation, glowed under the soft amber of its archway lights.
"Quite a place," Robert Vaughn said as he followed, adjusting his cuffs. "Singapore never runs out of good views."
"Nor good food," Angela added cheerfully, stepping out behind him. She looked almost casual in her blue evening dress, though the lanyard of her tablet bag hanging on her shoulder still betrayed her work habits.
Timothy smiled faintly. "Let's try to enjoy this one without turning it into another board meeting."
