The week passed quietly.
Classes continued as usual, assignments were submitted, and lectures droned on as if nothing in the world was changing. Yet beneath that normalcy, PK felt a growing pressure—like a storm forming far away, unseen but inevitable.
Lana and Luna stayed close to him throughout the week, clinging to his arms, laughing, teasing, and pretending everything was the same.
Eve watched them quietly, managing the villa renovations, coordinating people behind the scenes, and ensuring PK never had to worry about logistics.
Everything appeared calm on the surface.
But PK knew better, it was a calm before the storm.
The call with the old man lingered in his mind.
Who was he?
Why did he feel no pressure when speaking to him?
And more importantly—why did PK feel that the coming weekend would change something fundamental?
Saturday arrived.
Early in the morning, PK left Law Manor alone.
Instead of the university or the base, his destination was VP Square City.
The newly renamed building stood tall and silent under the morning sun—fifteen floors of concrete, glass, and potential. The moment PK stepped inside, the air felt different. This was no longer just an investment.
This was his first real foothold.
Dustin was already waiting in the lobby, documents in hand, eyes sharp with anticipation.
"Everything's ready," Dustin said. "Designers, developers, management candidates—they're all hired and waiting for our inputs."
PK nodded calmly as he walked toward the elevator.
"Good," he replied.
"Today, we stop preparing."
The elevator doors closed.
"And start moving ahead with out plans."