The smell of stale grease and engine oil clung to the air as Zahir sat huddled behind a dumpster near the city square, his knees drawn to his chest, his fingers curled around a half-eaten sandwich crust. He hadn’t eaten a real meal in three days. His shirt clung to his ribs, his hair wild, thick, and matted, hanging over his eyes like a curtain.
People passed him. Some looked. Most didn’t.
Then she appeared.
A tall blonde woman, dressed in an elegant green designer dress and heels far too clean for this street, stopped in front of him. Her presence was impossible to ignore. Her name was Victoria Langford—tech investor, entrepreneur, and one of the youngest female millionaires in the state. She wasn’t known for being soft. In fact, she was…..Read Full Story Here………………..
