A Meeting of Chance and Destiny
On Monday, a sleek black car arrived outside his dorm. It drove him to Wellington & Co. headquarters—a towering glass building in London.
Inside, Harold Wellington greeted him warmly, fully recovered but visibly emotional. They shook hands firmly.
“You saved my life,” Harold said. “And I won’t thank you with words alone.”
After speaking about Oliver’s studies and goals, Harold smiled.
“Every year, my company selects one special intern. If you pass your exam, that position is yours. Someone with your heart deserves every opportunity.”
Oliver could barely speak, overwhelmed with gratitude.
