Sofia smoothed the edge of her notebook, reminding herself this was what she was trained for. Not the stares, not the memory of scandal, not the unsettling weight of Tristan Jacinto’s gaze. Just the work. Just the story.
She placed her recorder on the table, switched it on, and lifted her pen. “Mr. Jacinto, Nova’s debut in Hong Kong has been described as ambitious, audacious, even. Why choose this city for your first international expansion?”
Tristan leaned back in his chair, his cufflinks catching the light. “Because Hong Kong understands speed. It rewards those who can decide and act without hesitation. Manila debates. Singapore calculates. Hong Kong moves. Nova is built for that rhythm.”
Sofia nodded, her pen gliding across the page. His phrasing was deliberate, sharp, the kind of so
