“I’ll make you a deal,” he said, his voice playful. “I’ll give you one hundred million dollars if you can open this safe.”
Laughter filled the room.
Not the kind of laughter that breaks tension, but the kind that assumes there will be no consequences. The kind that comes easily when power feels secure.
Rosa’s face burned. She gripped the handle of her mop, wishing she could disappear. She stepped forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please. He’s just a child. We’ll go.”
One man shrugged. “It’s harmless.”
Another added, “Better he learns early how things really work.”
The billionaire smiled. “Exactly.”
But the boy didn’t laugh.
He didn’t move.
He stood still, looking at the safe with a thoughtful expression, not intimidated, not impressed. Just curious.
Then, slowly, he stepped forward.
Bare feet. Steady posture.
The laughter faded.
He looked up at the billionaire and spoke clearly. “Can I ask you something first?”
The billionaire raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead.”
The boy tilted his head slightly. “Are you offering the money because you think I can’t open it,” he asked, “or because you’re certain you’ll never have to give it away?”
The room fell silent.
