“Mommy Hasn’t Eaten,” the Boy Whispered—He Didn’t Know a CEO Who’d Once Gone Hungry Was Listening

up? To have breathing room? To really give this place a fighting chance?”

Rachel stared at him. “I couldn’t possibly ask you for—”

“You’re not asking. I am. How much?”

She calculated in her head, her expression pained. “Twenty thousand would cover everything—back rent, supplier bills, quality ingredients again. But sir, Mr. Bennett—”

“Call me Thomas.”

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