By the time I get back to the estate, it's raining properly.
Not heavily. Just steady enough that the windows blur silver while Liang Feng pulls the car through the gates and up the driveway.
I grab my bag and head inside already thinking about the western tolerance model.
The board presentation timeline is becoming uncomfortably real now, and Elliot wants the updated calculations before nine so he can build the structural check around them tonight. Which means I need at least three uninterrupted hours.
Possibly four if the load redistribution numbers keep fighting me.
Mrs. Wen intercepts me halfway through the foyer.
"You're home early."
"It's barely six."
"Exactly." She takes my coat before I can object. "Dinner will be ready soon."
"I'll eat later."
Her eyes narrow immediately because apparently everyone in this house has collectively decided my basic survival requires supervision now.
"You said that yesterday too."
"I have work."
"You always have work."
