The TG Horizon eased to a quiet stop beside the glass-fronted entrance of GMA Network Center. Its headlights dimmed automatically as the vehicle parked, drawing subtle attention from a few staff and passersby lingering near the security booths.
The evening sky had deepened into a dusky violet, the last streaks of sunlight glinting off the building's mirrored façade. Cameramen and crew members milled around inside, their reflections visible from the curb. The network was buzzing, news vans lined the parking area, cables snaked across the floor, and reporters hurried between elevators with folders and earpieces.
Timothy stepped out first. His dark suit was the same one he'd worn that morning, but he looked anything but tired. Hana followed, clutching a slim folder and her tablet as she glanced at the building's tall glass doors.
"6:50," she said, checking her watch. "Perfect timing. We're ten minutes early."
