Saturday Night, 2300 Hours
The luxurious Rolls-Royce hummed softly as it glided through the late-night streets of Makati, leaving the brightly lit Sy residence behind. Matthew settled comfortably into the plush leather seat, exhaling deeply, grateful for the familiar quiet after hours of polite conversations and strategic socializing. Angel sat across from him, tapping gently on her tablet, a faint smile lingering at the corners of her lips.
Matthew caught her subtle expression and raised an eyebrow curiously. "Something amusing, Angel?"
Angel looked up slowly, clearly debating whether or not to share her thoughts. Her professional mask softened slightly, giving way to a more genuine warmth. "Not exactly amusing, sir. But…I have to say, tonight's events were quite interesting."
Matthew chuckled softly, recognizing the playful edge in her voice. "Interesting, hm? That sounds suspiciously like you're holding back."