Victor straightened.
“How did you learn those languages?” he demanded.
Lucas shrugged slightly. “Libraries. Old books. Online courses. I read while my mom works.”
Victor stared at him. “You’re twelve.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where’s your father?”
Lucas’s voice softened. “He passed away when I was six.”
Another silence fell—heavier this time.
Victor cleared his throat. “Why languages?”
Lucas thought for a moment. “Because words are doors,” he said. “If you understand them, the world opens.”
Victor looked away.
For the first time that evening, he felt something unfamiliar tighten in his chest.
The showcase ended early.
Most people left in a daze, whispering about the boy who walked in unnoticed and walked out unforgettable.
Victor asked Lucas and his mother to stay behind.
“I was joking,” Victor said slowly. “About the million dollars.”
Lucas nodded. “I know, sir.”
“But,” Victor continued, “I don’t joke about talent.”
He picked up his phone and made a call.
Within minutes, his assistant arrived with documents.
“I’m funding your education,” Victor said. “Private school. Language mentors. Anything you need.”
Lucas blinked. “Sir… my mom—”
“Will never have to clean another office again,” Victor said firmly.