How I Became Ultra Rich Using a Reconstruction System-Chapter 213: Teaser

December 12, 2029.

Hana knew it the moment she stepped out of the elevator on the executive floor and saw the inbox count on her phone. Most messages were internal, but the subject lines all carried the same tone. An unnamed source. A blurry photo. A short clip. A rumor with enough detail to be dangerous.

She walked straight into Timothy’s office without knocking. The door was open. He was already there, reading a printed sheet with three highlighted lines and a photo that looked like it had been taken through tinted glass. It showed a low blue front end, a sharp headlight signature, and a wheel that did not belong to any TG vehicle line.

"You saw it," Hana said.

Timothy did not look up. "I saw it."

"Where did it come from," Hana asked.

Carlos stepped in right after her, phone in his hand, jaw tight. "Annex parking. Someone in a nearby building has a view into our loading lane. The transporter came in under cover, but the timing was the problem. Lunch hour. People outside. Somebody recorded five seconds. That was all they needed."

Hana looked at the photo again. It was not clean enough to show the whole car. It showed enough to ignite the kind of online speculation that did not wait for facts. People would fill the gaps with whatever narrative they wanted. If TG stayed silent, the story would become a leak scandal. If TG overreacted, it would confirm everything.

Timothy put the paper down and leaned back. "How far has it spread."

Carlos swiped through his phone. "Two car pages, one transport group page, and an account that reposts anything with a badge. The captions are all guesses. Some say it’s a Tesla swap. Some say it’s a Chinese kit. Some say it’s a secret import."

Hana crossed her arms. "And one or two will say it’s a scam."

"Already happening," Carlos said.

Timothy nodded once, slow. "Okay."

Hana watched his face. She expected irritation. He looked almost relieved. Not because he wanted attention, but because the situation forced a decision.

"We do not deny," Timothy said. "Denying will make it bigger."

Carlos frowned. "We also do not confirm a consumer product."

"We do not," Timothy agreed. "We control the framing."

Hana’s eyes narrowed. "You want to tease it."

"I want to inoculate," Timothy replied. "A controlled statement. Minimal. No specs. No pricing. No release date. Just enough to define it as R and D and shut down the worst narratives."

Carlos glanced at Hana. Hana did not like publicity. She liked control. This was control, even if it looked like marketing.

"Where," Hana asked.

Timothy gestured to the conference table in his office. "Here. We draft it now. Then we send it through comms and legal within the hour. One post, one image, one line. Anything more becomes a campaign."

Carlos sat. "And if reporters ask."

Hana answered, "We repeat the same line. No interviews."

Timothy nodded. "Exactly."

Hana opened her laptop. Carlos pulled up internal comms templates. Timothy did not touch either. He walked to the window and looked down at the city, letting them build the structure while he decided the words.

"Call it what it is," he said, still facing the glass. "An internal engineering validation platform. A demonstration of what our team can do when not constrained by volume targets."

Carlos spoke without looking up. "Do we name it."

Timothy turned back. "Not Motus."

Hana typed fast. "No project name. No code name. We keep it generic."

Carlos nodded. "Then what image."

Timothy did not hesitate. "A controlled silhouette. Not the leaked angle. Something from our own camera. Side profile only. No plates. No background context."

Hana paused. "We have internal images?"

Carlos replied, "Engineering documentation has a clean side shot. Plain bay background. We can crop it."

Hana’s eyes flicked to Timothy. "Does it look too real."

"It is real," Timothy said.

"That’s not what I meant," Hana replied.

Timothy understood. If the photo looked like a production-ready car, people would assume sales. Orders. A launch. A price. Expectations that could poison a project before it matured.

"Use a low-light silhouette," Timothy said. "Let it look like a concept without lying. The shape is enough."

Carlos leaned back. "People will still ask what it is."

"They can ask," Timothy said. "We just do not answer beyond the statement."

Hana kept typing. "Okay. Draft."

She read it out loud once, not for drama, just to test whether it sounded like corporate fluff.

"TG Motors confirms it is conducting internal R and D validation on a high performance electric vehicle platform. This program is part of our continuous development in battery systems, thermal management, power electronics, and chassis control. It is not a consumer product announcement. We will share updates only when the program reaches verified milestones."

She stopped. "Too long?"

Timothy shook his head. "Cut the last sentence."

Carlos frowned. "Why."

"Because it invites anticipation," Timothy said. "We are not promising updates. We are defining boundaries."

Hana deleted the sentence and re-read it. It landed harder that way. Less friendly. More disciplined.

Carlos added, "We should include a line about Philippine road validation. That frames it as local engineering, not imported fantasy."

Hana typed again. "This platform is being validated in Philippine conditions to strengthen future TG electric vehicle development."

Timothy nodded. "Good."

Hana tapped the trackpad. A new window opened with an image. The silhouette of the Motus One sat under dim lights. The lines were low and tight. The rear was wide. The wing shape hinted without shouting. The car looked like an idea someone had drawn and then forced into existence.

Carlos stared at it. "This will go viral."

Hana looked at Timothy. "Are you ready for that."

Timothy did not blink. "We are not selling it. We are not fundraising with it. We are not showing it at a mall. If people talk, they talk. Our work does not change."

Hana’s fingers hovered over the send button. "Legal needs to see this."

Timothy pointed at the time. "Thirty minutes."

Hana sent it to legal and comms, marked urgent. Then she called the head of comms and gave simple instructions. One post only. No follow-up replies. No interviews. No extra images.

Carlos stood and paced once, then stopped. "Engineering team will hate this."

Timothy asked, "Why."

"Because they are still mid-revision," Carlos said. "They want silence while they work."

Timothy nodded. "They get silence. This statement is for the outside. Inside stays the same."

Hana’s phone buzzed. Legal approval came back with one change. They wanted the phrase high performance replaced with advanced. Less risk. Less implication.

Timothy read the suggestion. "No."

Hana glanced up. "You want high performance on record."

"Yes," Timothy said. "Advanced means nothing. High performance sets the direction. We are not building a prototype commuter car. We are building a stress platform. That is the truth."

Hana typed a compromise. "High performance electric validation platform." Legal accepted it. Comms accepted it. The post went live at eleven fifteen.

Within five minutes, the rumor pages reposted it. Some celebrated. Some mocked. Some accused it of being a distraction. The argument was predictable. The more interesting reaction came from people who cared about engineering. They asked about cooling. Voltage architecture. Torque vectoring. Weight. They argued in the comments like they were in a garage, not online.

Timothy watched none of it.

He went down to the annex after lunch. The bay doors opened after security checked his badge and the camera verified his face. The Motus One sat on stands again, rear stripped, a team working in silence. A laptop displayed a thermal map of the inverter module. On the workbench, a duct prototype made of composite and aluminum sat beside a set of templates.

Carlos met him at the edge of the bay. "You posted."

Timothy replied, "We posted."

Carlos exhaled. "Fine. The floor will hear it soon."

"They already did," Timothy said.

Carlos looked at the car. "The team is going to get distracted."

"They won’t," Timothy said. "Not if you keep them on schedule."

Carlos nodded. "We are still on schedule."

Timothy stepped closer to the workbench and picked up the duct prototype. It was lighter than it looked. The angle was cleaner. The internal surface was smoother. No unnecessary bends.

"Better," Timothy said.

"One more revision and we test," Carlos replied.

A young engineer nearby spoke, cautious. "Sir, the comments online are asking if it’s for sale."

Timothy looked at him. "Is it."

The engineer hesitated. "No, sir."

"Then you do not answer," Timothy said. "You work."

The engineer nodded quickly and went back to the laptop.

Hana arrived an hour later with her tablet and a look that said the comms side had already turned into a problem.

"You do know the journalists are calling it a supercar," she said.

Timothy did not look up from the duct. "They can call it whatever they want."

"They will ask if it is Filipino-made," Hana said. "If you stay silent, the narrative will be imported parts and assembly."

Carlos cut in. "We are using our own drive units."

Hana pointed at him. "Nobody knows that."

Timothy set the duct down. "We are not in a public debate."

Hana stared at him. "You hate marketing, but you hate misunderstanding more. Pick one."

Timothy did not answer immediately. He looked at the car, then at the people around it. The team’s faces were focused, but he could feel the pressure creeping in from outside. Not because of fame. Because of expectation.

"Fine," he said. "One more line. Not today. Later. When we have the second run results. Then we say one sentence: developed and validated by TG Motors engineering teams in the Philippines. No more."

Hana nodded once. "That’s enough."

Carlos looked relieved. Not because of publicity, but because it was structured. Everything had to be structured or it became chaos.

Timothy walked a slow circle around the Motus One, stopping at the rear where the inverter module sat open like a wound. He could see the problem now, not as a graph but as geometry. Airflow was a weapon and they had angled it wrong.

"We do not rush the next run," he said.

Carlos replied, "We do not."

Hana asked, "When is the next run."

Carlos answered, "Two weeks, as planned. But this time we do not stop at forty minutes."

Timothy nodded. "This time we soak it."

The car sat there, unfinished again, and that was exactly what Timothy wanted. A teaser had gone out into the world, and people were already attaching stories to it. Inside the bay, none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was whether the platform held when they pushed it beyond comfort.

Timothy stepped back and let the engineers close in again. Tools moved. Fasteners turned. Quiet voices traded measurements.

Outside, people argued over a silhouette and a sentence.

Inside, the real work kept going.