As they were about to sign a million-dollar contract, the boy whispered, « I’m just sending this back to you » — And the founder’s reaction made the arrogant executives pale… but the real secret was still hidden inside that envelope.

No one noticed the boy when he entered the marble hall: small, tanned, with faded clothes, his flip-flops barely tied. But he clutched a brown envelope to his chest as if it were a fragile object.

« I… I only came to return this, » he murmured.

His voice was weak in that cold, bright hall, but it carried an unexpected assurance in a child who sleeps wherever the night allows.

The security guard sneered.
« We don’t beg here. Outside. »

Raby swallowed. He had barely slept the previous night, lying on a piece of cardboard, clutching the envelope like a lifebuoy. He had repeated a single sentence for hours.

« It has the company logo on it, » he murmured. « It’s not mine. I found it in a trash can. »

Waste.
That was the first contrast in Raby’s world: waste for society, treasure for truth.

The guard brushed him aside with an annoyed gesture, but the receptionist, Julia, looked up. There was a weariness in her eyes that recognized her own.

« Let me see, » she said softly.