The days that followed carried a strange heaviness with them.
Manila seemed restless, as though the city itself knew that something dangerous was quietly shifting in the shadows of Harrington Tech's affairs.
Inside Alfonso Martinez Financial Group's tall glass building, Anastasia walked briskly into the conference hall.
Her eyes caught Mr. David already waiting, his face buried in stacks of documents. He lifted his gaze when she entered.
"Good morning, Anastasia," David said with a faint smile, though worry lingered in his eyes. "You don't look like you slept."
She dropped her files on the table, sighing softly. "How can I sleep when the company is bleeding in numbers, Mr. David? We can't afford another week of this instability.
The board is restless, investors are asking questions, and I feel like I'm holding glass with bare hands, it could cut me anytime."
