Victor smirked. “Alright then.” He tapped the table lightly. “If you can translate it correctly, I’ll give you one million dollars.”
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.
Out loud.
Fluently.
“This first section is in German,” Lucas said calmly. “It outlines liability clauses for international partnerships.”
“The next paragraph switches to French, focusing on intellectual property protections.”
Someone in the back stopped whispering altogether.
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