“Here,” Lucas continued, “it shifts into Mandarin, outlining offshore manufacturing terms.”
“And this line,” Lucas added, pointing precisely, “is Arabic. It covers a non-compete agreement.”
Silence filled the room.
One of the linguists stood abruptly. “That’s… correct,” he said, stunned. “Every word.”
Victor straightened slowly.
“How did you learn all of that?” he asked.
Lucas gave a small shrug. “Libraries. Old books. Online lessons. I read while my mom works.”
Victor stared at him. “You’re twelve.”
“Yes, sir.”
