“Sir… can I eat with you?”
The girl’s voice was soft, trembling — yet it cut through the bustling noise of the upscale restaurant like a knife.
A man in a tailored navy suit, about to enjoy the first bite of a dry-aged ribeye, froze. Slowly, he turned toward the source: a small girl, messy hair, dirty sneakers, and eyes that …
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