"Exactly. Building One is the critical path—we pour resources into getting the labs operational within 18 weeks. Building Two can lag by 6-9 weeks. Building Three might not fit out for weeks. But the site plan accommodates the full program from day one, which matters for master planning approval and financing."

"What about the architecture itself? BioLa's brand is all about transparency and innovation. Their marketing shows lots of glass, open labs, visible science."

"Which is mostly bullshit for recruiting purposes," I said bluntly. "Real research labs are closed environments with strict contamination control. You can't have floor-to-ceiling glass on a BSL-3 lab. But we can give them the impression of transparency."

"How?"

"The collaboration building is 70% glazed. Entirely glass on the campus-facing elevations. We put the cafeteria, the lobby, the big meeting rooms—all the spaces that photograph well—in glass boxes. The research building behind it is more closed, more controlled, but from the street view you see transparency and openness."

"Architectural sleight of hand."

"Marketing alignment. We give them the brand image they need for recruiting while building the functional environment their scientists require. And we do it within budget because we're not wasting money glazing spaces that need to be opaque anyway."

Madison was typing rapidly. "I'm taking notes. This is—Peter, this is exactly the kind of strategic thinking Daddy wants to see. Seeing past the client's stated requirements to understand their actual needs."

"That's development at the highest level. Anyone can build what the client asks for. The best developers build what the client actually needs, even when they don't realize they need it yet."

"Okay. Okay, I think I'm starting to see the full picture. But I still need to work through the construction phasing, the cost model, the sustainability framework—"

"We'll do it together. I'm clearing my schedule for the next two weeks. Every evening, we work on this. I'll teach you construction sequencing, cost estimating, LEED certification strategies—everything you need to not just complete this assignment, but to blow your father's expectations out of the water."

"Peter..." Her voice caught slightly. "Thank you. Really. I know you're busy with the hotel acquisition and Liberation Holdings and everything else, but—"

"Madison." I cut her off gently. "You're my queen. Building your empire is building our empire. There's nowhere else I'd rather invest my time."

"I love you," she said softly.

"I love you too. Now, before you go—what did you tell your father about the leverage structure? About who developed the BioLa strategy, you did as I told you, right?"

She was quiet for a moment. "I told him it was you."

I closed my eyes. "Madison."

We were the one who saved the BioLa deal from going to Darlus Construction. Found the leverage structure that got Torres Development that twenty-percent-plus return everyone's celebrating.

The equity partnership model, the milestone payments, the whole financial strategy—that was me and ARIA working through the numbers until we found the angle nobody else saw. Then we dug out the Darlus dirty, and we supplied to Madison.

I told Madison to tell her father she did it alone. Take the credit. Build her credibility. Establish herself as the strategic mind her father needed to see.

She didn't listen. Told him the truth instead—that I created the solution. Sent her regards from me like we were business partners instead of teenager and girlfriend.

But that's fine. Because the real play here isn't one deal. It's the two-week challenge he just gave her. Complete project development plan for the BioLa campus. Site selection, master planning, cost modeling, construction phasing—everything.

Madison thinks it's a test. It is. But not the one she thinks.

This is my opportunity to groom her into the heiress I need her to be. Me, Madison, and ARIA—we're going to create a project plan that doesn't just meet her father's expectations. We're going to blow past them so hard he realizes his daughter just became the most dangerous weapon in his company.

Every evening for two weeks, I'm teaching her everything. Architecture, development economics, construction sequencing, strategic positioning.

All the knowledge downloaded into my head, all the computational power ARIA brings, all of it focused on turning Madison Torres from trust fund princess into the transformational leader who'll build her family's $2 billion company into a $20 billion empire.

She's my queen. And queens need empires worth ruling.

"I know you said to take credit for it. I know you wanted me to build credibility with my father. But Peter, I couldn't lie to him. He was so proud of the strategy, so impressed with the plan and the secret information you gave us, and I couldn't stand there and pretend it was my work when it was yours."

"The point was to position you as—"

"I know what the point was. And I appreciate it. But I need my father to trust me, and that starts with being honest about my capabilities. I told him you developed the initial strategy, that you're consulting with me on the project planning, and that I'm learning from you. He was impressed. He said any heiress smart enough to know when to bring in the best strategic mind wins in his book."

I sighed. That was Madison—honest to a fault, even when it cost her credit.

"That would be all, I guess. Unless you have something to tell me?"

"He wants to meet you. Officially. Not as my teenage boyfriend, but as a strategic consultant to Torres Development. He asked me to send his regards and to tell you he'd like to discuss a potential consulting arrangement."

That was unexpected. And potentially very useful. But no thank you sir.

"Alright. We'll deal with that later. For now, focus on this project. By the time you present your plan to your father in two weeks, you're going to know more about biotech facility development than anyone else in his company. Including him."

"Promise?"

"I promise. Now go get some rest."

"Tomorrow," she agreed. "Goodnight, Peter. And thank you. For everything."

"Goodnight, My Everything."

I ended the call and stood there for a moment, looking out at the forest.

And I was going to make sure she surpassed every expectation.

"Master," ARIA spoke quietly, "the educational curriculum you're designing for Madison—it's quite comprehensive. You're essentially compressing a master's degree in real estate development and an architecture education into intensive consulting sessions."

"That's the plan. She has the intelligence and the work ethic. She just needs the technical knowledge and strategic frameworks."

"And you have both. Plus 200+ years of architectural history and for the next decades downloaded into your consciousness, plus my computational modeling capabilities. She's receiving an education that doesn't exist anywhere else."

"She's going to need it. Torres Development is a $500 billion company now, but Madison's going to plan a $20 billion project. And she's going to do it by being smarter, more strategic, and more visionary than everyone else in the industry."

"With you as her secret weapon."

"With us as her secret weapons," I corrected. "You, me, and eventually whatever other technologies we develop. She's not just my girlfriend, ARIA. She's the future CEO of one of our key portfolio companies. We're building an empire, and Madison Torres is going to be one of its queens."

"The grooming of a perfect heiress."

"The education of a transformational leader," I said. "There's a difference."

But as I walked back toward the living room, I couldn't help but smile.

Madison was about to show her father exactly what she was capable of.

And I was going to make sure she had every tool she needed to succeed.

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