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.

Ezoic

“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.

Ezoic

The billionaire hesitated.

Then he nodded.

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