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The billionaire at the head of the table was the first to spot the boy. He leaned back in his chair, studying the scene with mild amusement, as if the meeting had suddenly provided unexpected entertainment.

A few men chuckled. Others turned in their chairs.
Rosa felt her stomach tighten. She lowered her head and spoke softly. “I’m sorry, sir. If this is a problem, I can leave early.”

The billionaire waved his hand dismissively. “No need. We’re almost finished anyway. Besides,” he added, glancing at the boy, “this might be interesting.”
The word hung in the air.
Interesting.