Victor raised an eyebrow. “You can?”

Lucas nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Victor smirked. “Alright then.” He tapped the table lightly. “If you can translate it correctly, I’ll give you one million dollars.”

A ripple of gasps moved through the room.

Victor waved a dismissive hand. “Relax. It’s a joke.”

Lucas looked down at the paper. “May I try?”

Victor shrugged. “Go ahead. Entertain us.”

Lucas stepped forward, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted his glasses—and began to read.

But instead of stopping—or guessing—he translated.