The billionaire’s expression tightened.
“You offered money because you knew you were safe,” the boy added. “But the moment it became about humiliation instead of fairness, you lost.”
No one applauded.
No one laughed.
Finally, the billionaire turned away. “Meeting’s over,” he said abruptly.
The men stood, gathering their things, avoiding one another’s eyes.
Rosa took her son’s hand. Her hands were trembling as they headed for the door.
Just before they reached it, the billionaire spoke again, this time quietly.
“Kid,” he said. “What do you want?”
The boy turned around.
“I want my mom to be treated like she belongs here,” he said simply.
The billionaire hesitated.
Then he nodded.
And in that moment, something shifted in the room. Not because a safe had been opened, or money had changed hands, but because a barefoot child had spoken with honesty, and power had been forced to listen.
