I was working as a waitress at a private dinner hosted by a billionaire, where a hundred-million-dollar contract was supposed to be signed, when I noticed something that made my blood run cold

The truth came out: the stamp was fake, the signatures forged, the deal did not exist. Hundreds of millions could have been lost in an instant, but now I was a witness to the triumph of truth.

The men who had tried to manipulate the situation were escorted out. Their confidence evaporated, their threats dissolved into nothing.

Roth looked at me.
— You just saved a hundred million.

I simply nodded.

— You could have stayed silent… but you didn’t, he said with respect. — Why?

— Because it was wrong, I replied.

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