Two homeless boys came to the billionaire’s office: “Ma’am, can we have some of your leftovers?” The millionaire looked up and was shocked to see the two boys….
It was a scorching summer afternoon in downtown Chicago. Inside the glass tower of Henderson Global Holdings, billionaire Victoria Henderson sat in her corner office, surrounded by luxury — marble floors, a skyline view, and silence that only the rich could afford.
Her assistant had just placed her untouched lunch on the table — grilled salmon, fresh salad, and a slice of lemon pie. She wasn’t hungry; she rarely was these days. Success had filled her calendar but emptied her soul.
Then came a timid knock at the glass door.
Victoria frowned. “Yes?”
The door opened slightly. Two small boys — barefoot, covered in dust and wearing torn T-shirts — stood hesitantly at the threshold. They looked no older than eight or nine. The older one spoke first, his voice trembling.
“Ma’am, can we… can we have some of your leftovers?
The room went dead silent.
Victoria blinked, unsure if she’d heard correctly. “What did you say?”
The younger boy swallowed hard. “We’re hungry. We haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
Her assistant, startled, immediately moved toward them. “Hey! You can’t be here—”
But Victoria raised her hand. “It’s fine.”
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