November 15, 2020.
The morning sun reflected off the glass towers of Bonifacio Global City, the financial heart of Manila. BGC had always been a playground for the rich, ambitious, and powerful, and today, Leo and Saimon were ready to join the ranks of luxury condo owners.
Matthew leaned against his Maserati GranTurismo, watching as Saimon and Leo excitedly chatted about their next big purchase.
"I still don't know why you don't just get one," Leo said, adjusting his N95 mask as he glanced at Matthew.
Matthew smirked. "I don't do condos. If I'm spending money on real estate, I want land—something that's actually mine, not a box in a high-rise."
Saimon chuckled. "Typical. Meanwhile, I prefer waking up with a view of the skyline and not worrying about cutting grass."
Leo laughed. "Or flooding."
Matthew shrugged, unlocking his phone to check his emails. "Your money, your choice. I'm just here to make sure you don't get scammed."