The Deadly Letter of the African Boy
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Mr. Albert’s thoughts, as always, were consumed by numbers. Investments, stocks, profits. His mind constantly raced with ideas of how to expand his empire, how to turn millions into billions. The world was a marketplace, and he knew exactly how to exploit it. He had no time for compassion, no patience for the weak. Life was a game, and he played it to win.
Today, he had a meeting with his financial advisors. They gathered in his private study, a room lined with dark wood and leather-bound books that gave off an air of old-world sophistication. Mr. Albert listened as they presented their reports—stocks had risen, real estate investments were flourishing, and a new acquisition promised even greater returns.
"Good," he said, his voice smooth and calculated. "Make sure we close that deal by the end of the week. I want no delays."
His advisors nodded obediently. No one questioned Mr. Albert. His word was final, his decisions unchallenged. He had built his empire on the belief that wealth was the ultimate measure of success, and nothing would stand in his way.
As the meeting concluded, Mr. Albert leaned back in his chair, satisfied with the day’s progress. Everything was under control. The world outside his golden bubble seemed distant and irrelevant. He had no need to think about the struggles of others. Hunger, poverty, and suffering were abstract concepts, things he occasionally heard about but never truly understood. In his world, there was no room for weakness. Only power and wealth mattered.
Later that evening, Mr. Albert hosted a lavish dinner party for his wealthy friends and business associates. The dining hall sparkled with chandeliers, their light reflecting off the finest crystal and silverware. The table was laden with delicacies from every corner of the world—exotic fruits, tender meats, and desserts so rich they seemed unreal. Wine flowed freely, and laughter filled the air as the guests indulged in their luxurious feast.
Mr. Albert sat at the head of the table, basking in the admiration of those around him. He loved being the center of attention, loved the way people envied his wealth and power. To him, life was about winning, and tonight, he was winning again.
As the night wore on, the conversation turned to more trivial matters—fashion, travel, and the latest gossip among the elite. Mr. Albert barely listened. His mind was elsewhere, already thinking about the next business move, the next opportunity to increase his fortune. He felt invincible, untouchable. The world was his to conquer.
But as the laughter echoed through the grand halls, far away in a dusty village, a young boy sat in silence, wondering if anyone, anywhere, ever thought of him. The contrast between their lives couldn’t have been more stark—one man surrounded by gold, the other by dust. Yet, in this moment, neither knew how their worlds would soon collide.
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