Timing is Off

Sentinel BioTech Headquarters, Manila

Three Days Later

Matthew leaned back comfortably in his leather chair, gazing thoughtfully out the expansive office windows that overlooked Manila's bustling skyline. It was late afternoon, and sunlight cast golden hues across the city, silhouetting skyscrapers against the horizon. Despite the serene view, his thoughts remained elsewhere—on the increasingly complex geopolitical chessboard he navigated carefully each day.

A quiet knock on the door drew his attention back to the present moment. Angel entered, professional as ever, carrying her ever-present tablet.

"Sir, General Volkov has requested a secure video conference," she informed him politely. Her expression revealed nothing, though Matthew sensed curiosity behind her usual calm professionalism. "He says it's urgent."

Matthew smiled faintly, unsurprised. Volkov's timing was impeccable, as always. "Thank you, Angel. Patch him through immediately."