December 13, 2029 did not explode the way scandals did. It spread.
By the morning, the silhouette had stopped being a rumor and started behaving like a reference point. People were no longer asking whether the car existed. They were asking what it meant if it did.
That shift mattered.
7:10 AM
A manufacturing park in Laguna.
Shift workers gathered near the entrance gates, coffee cups in hand, waiting for clearance. A security guard leaned against the rail scrolling through his phone. Someone mentioned TG Motors. Someone else mentioned the image again. The conversation did not carry excitement. It carried calculation.
"If they really built that here," one worker said, "then they need suppliers."
Another nodded. "And technicians. And quality people. Not just assembly."
A woman nearby added, "And they will pay better than the usual."
