A Moment of Awakening
For Mr. Alexander, it was a moment of awakening. Wealth had always insulated him; suffering was something he read about in newspapers, not something that touched him directly.
Yet here it was—raw, human, undeniable—living under his own roof.
He knelt beside her, his tailored suit brushing against the grass.
“Maria,” he said softly, “you should never have to go through this. Not here. Not while working for me.”
And then, to the shock of his staff watching from the windows, the billionaire began to cry.
