Interest did not announce itself the way Timothy had expected it to.
There was no flood of calls. No breathless requests. No sudden shift from caution to urgency. If anything, the world stayed quieter than he thought it would, and that quiet carried its own kind of information.
Hana delivered the first report three days after the shipment pause had been resolved.
Not by email.
She waited until the late afternoon, when the unit had settled into its steady rhythm and people were focused enough not to overreact. Timothy was standing near the glass wall that overlooked the main floor when she approached, tablet tucked under her arm.
"Do you have ten minutes," she asked.
He glanced at the floor—Jun reviewing logs with a junior engineer, Maria walking a tech through a service checklist, Elena deep in discussion with Victor near the compliance board.
"Yes," he said. "Let's walk."
They moved toward the quieter side corridor, away from the benches and the low mechanical hum.
