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Richard Hale, owner of Hale Industries, was a man used to commanding attention \u2014 but not gratitude. For once, he couldn\u2019t stop thinking about that kid\u2019s eyes, how calm and certain they were amid chaos. He ordered his assistant to find Jordan. When they finally did, Jordan was sitting outside a soup kitchen, sharing his bread with a stray dog.<\/p>\n
Richard approached quietly. \u201cYou saved my life yesterday,\u201d he said. \u201cI want to repay you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jordan looked up, wary. \u201cYou don\u2019t owe me. I just didn\u2019t want anyone else to die like my dad did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard felt a knot tighten in his chest. The boy\u2019s father, as he later learned, had once worked as a mechanic for one of Hale\u2019s subcontractors \u2014 laid off after safety cuts Richard himself had approved. Guilt hit him harder than he expected.<\/p>\n
Over the following weeks, Richard visited Jordan often. He arranged better housing, hired tutors, and even took him to the Hale Industries hangar \u2014 the same place where the helicopter had nearly exploded. Jordan\u2019s eyes lit up as he examined the engines, naming each component with ease.<\/p>\n