« Bring them to me, » said Augusto.
« The envelope… and the boy. »
The confrontation was silent, but devastating.
In a room that smelled of old coffee and medicine, Augusto placed the papers on the table and looked his son-in-law straight in the eyes.
« You told me it was a routine procedure, » he said.
Caio’s smile faded.
« It’s nothing important. Just… procedures. »
But the old man’s hands trembled as he read line by line.
Mass layoffs.
Budget cuts.
Ruthless decisions cloaked in fine words — all supposedly approved by him.
Thrown away.
Hidden.
Buried.
And saved by a boy who owned nothing.
« Do you know what shocks me the most? » Augusto murmured.
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