The guard hesitated, looking between the billionaire and the boy, unsure of the situation’s dynamics. The billionaire, though, felt an instinctive urge to protect the boy, a feeling as foreign as the rain itself. There was a story here, and he could sense its importance, even if he couldn’t yet grasp its details.
“Let’s hear him out,” the billionaire insisted, his voice carrying an authority that made the guard pause. The boy, sensing a lifeline, took a deep breath, his chest still heaving but determined to speak.
