“I’m funding your education,” Victor said. “Private school. Language mentors. Everything you need.”
“She won’t have to clean another office,” Victor said firmly.
Tears filled his mother’s eyes.
“But there’s more,” Victor added, sliding a card across the table.
“I run an international foundation that negotiates peace treaties, humanitarian agreements—things most people never see. We need minds like yours.”
Lucas stared at the card, hands trembling.
“I don’t want you to work for me,” Victor said quietly. “I want you to outgrow me.”
Lucas smiled—small, shy, and genuine.
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