The following afternoon, the air in Singapore felt lighter, the kind that comes after something monumental.
The city's skyline gleamed through the tinted windows of a discreet, high-end restaurant overlooking Marina Bay. It wasn't one of those places listed in the tourist guides. This was the kind of establishment where CEOs met behind closed doors, where deals worth billions were toasted quietly with aged wine and no cameras in sight.
Timothy Guerrero had reserved the entire private section of the restaurant.
No reporters. No staff beyond a trusted few.
Just him, Hana, and the men and women who had moments ago made history with him.
