Execution Progress

Matthew Borja sat at his desk, his fingers drumming against the polished surface as he stared at the Manila skyline. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the city. The last two weeks had been a blur of acquisitions, negotiations, and planning. Sentinel BioTech was no longer just an idea—it was now an active enterprise.

But the hardest part was yet to come: execution.

A sharp knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Come in," Matthew called.

Angel stepped inside, her usual no-nonsense expression in place. A folder was tucked under her arm, and her tablet was already active. She sat across from him without waiting for an invitation.

"You never call me this early unless it's something big," she said. "What's on your mind?"

Matthew leaned back, his eyes sharp. "We've set everything in motion, but now we need to ensure we move efficiently. I want updates on every front."