The security guard eyed the disheveled man with disgust. “What do you want, bum?” he snapped.
Richard, dressed in tattered clothes, kept his voice steady. “Just somewhere to warm up. Maybe something to eat.”
The guard scoffed. “This isn’t a charity. Get lost.”
But Richard persisted. “Could you call Tom? He might help.”
The guard laughed. “Tom? He’d toss you out faster than I can.”
Just then, a young woman walked in. Her smile faded when she saw Richard shivering by the door.
“Sir, are you okay?” she asked gently.
Richard hesitated. “Just need a little warmth and food.”
Without a second thought, she handed him her water bottle. “Come with me. We have food upstairs.”
The guard blocked them. “Tom said no strangers.”
The woman—Nancy—stood her ground. “He’s not a stranger. He’s a person.”
When Tom stormed in, his face twisted in contempt. “Get this trash out of here!” he barked.
Nancy tried to reason with him, but Tom cut her off. “You’re just an assistant. Know your place!”
As Richard was thrown out, Nancy whispered, “Meet me at the back entrance.”
Minutes later, she took him to a small café, treating him to a warm meal. When Richard asked why she helped, she simply said, “Because it’s the right thing to do.”
The next day, chaos erupted at the office. The owner had died—and to everyone’s shock, his will named Nancy as his successor.
In a private meeting, the lawyer handed her a letter:
“Nancy, I disguised myself to find someone worthy of my company. You were the only one who saw me as a person, not a nuisance. The company is yours. And your first task? Fire Tom—and call him Timmy.”
