PART 1
The black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided through downtown Manhattan like the entire city belonged to it.
Rain hammered the streets.
Police escorts cleared intersections.
Pedestrians stopped just to stare.
Inside the back seat—
sat Adrian Wolfe.
Billionaire.
Tech empire owner.
One of the richest men in America.
Cold gray suit.
Silver watch.
Expression completely empty.
People feared him more than they admired him.
Then—
CRACK.
Something smashed against the side window.
The convoy SCREECHED to a halt.
Bodyguards exploded from SUVs instantly.
Weapons drawn.
Shouting.
“MOVE BACK!”
“GET DOWN!”
And standing in the middle of the rain—
was a filthy little boy clutching another rock in his shaking hand.
Tiny.
Barefoot.
Oversized green hoodie soaked through.
But he wasn’t crying.
He was furious.
One bodyguard grabbed him aggressively.
“YOU LITTLE—”
“STOP.”
Adrian’s voice cut through the chaos instantly.
The bodyguard froze.
Rain poured down the boy’s face while he stared directly at the billionaire with pure hatred.
Adrian stepped slowly out of the Rolls-Royce.
The entire street went silent.
The boy lifted the second rock higher.
“You ruined my mom!”
Gasps spread through the crowd immediately.
Bodyguards moved again.
Adrian lifted one hand.
Nobody touched the child.
The billionaire crouched slightly now.
Studying him carefully.
Then his eyes stopped.
Because hanging around the boy’s neck—
was a silver wolf pendant.
Adrian’s face lost all color.
He knew that necklace.
Ten years earlier—
he fastened it around the neck of a journalist named Olivia Reed the night she vanished after exposing corruption inside his company.
The little boy’s lip trembled.
Tears mixing with rain.
“She said if I ever found the wolf…”
His voice cracked.
“…I should throw the rock hard enough that you’d finally look at me.”
Adrian stopped breathing.
BLACK SCREEN.
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PART 2
Rain crashed across the street while the convoy remained frozen.
Nobody moved.
Not the bodyguards.
Not the police escorts.
Not even Adrian Wolfe.
The billionaire stared at the little boy like reality had suddenly cracked open.
The child slowly reached into his hoodie pocket.
Then pulled out a folded photograph wrapped carefully inside plastic.
Old.
Rain-damaged.
Bent at the corners.
His tiny hand shook violently.
“You left us.”
The crowd went dead silent.
Adrian took the photograph slowly.
And completely froze.
Because the picture showed HIM—
younger,
laughing,
holding a pregnant Olivia against his chest.
Taken secretly.
Years ago.
A life erased from public history.
One bodyguard whispered nervously:
“Sir…”
But Adrian wasn’t listening anymore.
The little boy’s voice broke completely now.
“She waited for you until she got sick.”
That hit harder than the rock.
Adrian staggered backward slightly.
For the first time in twenty years—
the most powerful man on the street looked weak.
Then suddenly—
a black sedan screeched around the corner at full speed.
The little boy panicked instantly.
“That’s them!”
Bodyguards turned immediately.
Doors BURST open.
Men in dark jackets jumped out.
And one shouted:
“Grab the kid!”
Every weapon lifted at once.
Adrian moved before anyone else.
He pulled the child violently behind him just as gunfire shattered the rain-soaked street.
BLACK SCREEN.
