The following morning, Matthew woke to the faint light of dawn creeping through the curtains of his hotel suite. The city outside was already stirring, its rhythm relentless, much like the demands now placed on Matthew's shoulders. As he dressed, his thoughts lingered on the meeting at the White House. The framework had been set, but the execution would require more than just ingenuity—it would demand a delicate balancing act between innovation and responsibility.
When Matthew stepped into the suite's common area, Robert Anders was already seated at the table, sipping coffee and scanning the morning papers. Headlines shouted about East Asian tensions, speculations about alliances, and the role of Hesh Industries in the growing geopolitical chessboard.
"Morning," Robert greeted, setting down the paper. "You're front and center again. Looks like the press picked up on yesterday's meeting, though the details are vague."
