Hana did not open a browser first. She opened a notebook.
She sat at her dining table that evening with her laptop closed, pen in hand, and wrote what Timothy had actually asked for, stripped of intent and tone.
Structure.
Risk separation.
Compliance reality.
Failure points.
Then she wrote the real question underneath.
How do you build a medical technology company in the Philippines without turning it into a permanent legal and reputational hazard.
She left it there until the sentence stopped sounding theoretical and started sounding operational.
The next morning, she made calls.
Not to people who liked her. Not to people who owed favors. She reached out to people who would answer honestly and quickly, and who would not care who the parent company was if the idea was flawed.
