The following morning, Kairo arrived at the office earlier than usual. The city was still quiet, the streets only slowly coming to life, and the soft hum of early traffic was the only background noise he allowed himself as he settled at his desk.
He opened his laptop and reviewed the plans he had drafted the night before, a folder labeled simply: Celine Vescari Foundation.
He leaned back in his chair and let his fingers rest on the edge of the desk, considering the work ahead. This foundation wasn’t about recognition, and it wasn’t about power. It was about making a difference in a way that mattered... Quietly, effectively, sincerely.
Kairo’s thoughts were interrupted by a soft chime from his phone. A message from Arielle: “Coffee ready?”
He allowed himself a small smile, typing a brie
