December 27, Morning – One Serendra Residence

Sunlight streamed softly through the half-open blinds of Timothy's bedroom, casting faint lines of gold across the modern furnishings.

Timothy stirred awake, stretching slightly before reaching for his phone on the nightstand. A new notification glowed at the top of the screen. The Jet Business: Reply to Inquiry.

He sat up, the drowsiness fading instantly. Swinging his legs out of bed, he padded barefoot across the polished floor to his desk where his MacBook rested. Opening the lid, the email appeared crisp on the screen.

"Mr. Guerrero, thank you for your inquiry regarding the Gulfstream G700. We'd be pleased to assist you. Please reply with your availability, and we'll arrange a Zoom call promptly to discuss your requirements in detail. Regards, The Jet Business Team."

Timothy cracked a small smile. "That fast," he muttered, fingers already typing. He replied that he was available immediately, attached his contact details, and hit send.

Ten minutes later, the MacBook pinged again—a meeting link. He clicked it without hesitation.

The Zoom window opened, and the feed came alive. Across the screen appeared a familiar face. An older gentleman in a tailored suit, sitting in what looked like an office lined with jet models and sleek furniture.

"Mr. Guerrero," the man greeted. "My name is Steve Varsano, founder of The Jet Business. A pleasure to finally meet you."

Timothy blinked once, surprised recognition flickering across his expression. He knew this man. He'd seen him in countless YouTube reels breaking down the luxury jet market, explaining why billionaires chose one aircraft over another. The salesman who could sell dreams with facts.

He leaned forward slightly toward the screen. "Steve Varsano… I've seen your videos."

"Good. Then you already know, I'm here to make sure you choose the right aircraft for your needs. So, let's talk about the Gulfstream G700."

"Yeah… let's do that," Timothy said, adjusting the laptop slightly so the camera framed him better.

Varsano leaned back in his leather chair, fingers steepled together. "The Gulfstream G700 is currently the flagship of Gulfstream's lineup. What caught your eye? Was it the performance, the cabin, or simply the reputation?"

Timothy smirked faintly. "All of the above. I need an aircraft that can cover long distances—Tokyo, Seoul, Singapore, even London or New York, without worrying about range. At the same time, I'll be using it as a mobile office. Comfort is secondary, but still important. And reliability… well, that's non-negotiable."

"Then you're looking in the right direction," Varsano said smoothly. "The G700 offers 7,500 nautical miles at Mach 0.85, though most of my clients cruise at Mach 0.90. Cabin altitude is the lowest in the industry, which means less fatigue, and the jet can comfortably accommodate nineteen passengers."

Timothy nodded slowly. "What about delivery time? If I were to place an order soon, how long before I actually take possession?"

Varsano opened a folder on his desk, glancing at his notes before looking back at the camera. "Standard delivery slots right now are two to three years out. However…" he let the word hang with a knowing smile, "…there are pre-owned units, barely used, with under 200 flight hours. Some clients take delivery and then decide to move into different fleets. Those can be available within months, sometimes weeks."

"That's what I want," Timothy said directly. "Something I can put into use as soon as possible. I don't have the luxury of waiting three years."

Varsano inclined his head. "Understood. Then what I'll do is prepare a shortlist of available aircraft, including their service records and current locations. We'll go over operating costs, crew arrangements, and financing options."

"I'll pay cash," Timothy said firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Varsano's brows lifted slightly, but he didn't miss a beat. "That certainly simplifies matters, Mr. Guerrero. With a direct purchase, we can skip the financing paperwork and focus on due diligence. Ownership transfer, inspection, and registration will be the key steps. That alone could cut the process down to weeks instead of months."

"Good," Timothy replied. "I want speed. The factory, the contractors, international meetings, I can't waste time relying on airlines. The sooner I have the jet, the sooner I can push this company forward."

"That mindset is exactly what the G700 was built for," Varsano said with a hint of satisfaction. "I'll have my team send you a curated list within 24 hours. Each option will include flight hours, cabin configuration, maintenance logs, and asking price. From there, you can decide if you'd like to send your representatives for a physical inspection—or if you prefer, we can bring you directly to the aircraft."

Timothy leaned back in his chair, his arms folding across his chest. "Send me the list today. Once I review it, I'll decide how to proceed. But I want the jet operational for me no later than Q1 next year."

Varsano gave a slow nod, his eyes gleaming with professional confidence. "Consider it done. You'll have the list before your evening."

"Thank you!"

The Zoom call ended, the Jet Business logo fading from the screen. Timothy closed the MacBook gently, rubbing his temples as he leaned back in his chair. Everything was falling into place faster than he expected.

Before he could even stand, his phone buzzed loudly on the desk. Hana's name lit up the screen. He frowned slightly, it was still early. He picked it up.

"Hana? Good morning. Did something happen?"

Her voice came through, calm but faintly tired. "Mr. Guerrero, I've already compiled a list of office spaces in BGC. Three viable options that fit your requirements, each over 500 square meters, with proper facilities."

Timothy's brows shot up. "Already? I only mentioned it last night."

"I stayed up working on it," Hana admitted. "I wanted it ready for you first thing in the morning. I cross-checked pricing, locations, and lease terms. I'll send the file to your email now."

Timothy was silent for a moment, processing her words. Then his tone shifted, concern slipping through the usual firmness. "Hana… you didn't sleep, did you?"

There was a pause. "…Not really. I had coffee."

He sighed, leaning forward on the desk. "You can't keep pushing yourself like that. I need you sharp, not exhausted. Take care of yourself first, Hana. Don't do it again."

She hesitated before answering softly, "Understood, Mr. Guerrero."

Timothy's voice gentled a fraction. "Good. Now, send me the list—but after that, get some rest. Clear?"

"…Clear."

Timothy hung up the phone. Once their office was settled, he'll have to go back to his dealership in Tondo where he'd finalize the lineups of the TG Motors. He'll have to show them what the cars would look like in the presentation in their upcoming meeting in the first day of the year.

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