A small conversation with someone no longer here.
And somehow, that little piece of paper was worth eighty-nine million euros.
The first time I checked the numbers, I thought I was hallucinating.
The second time, I thought there had been a printing mistake.
The third time, my hands started shaking.
Within forty-eight hours, I had met with a lawyer, a financial advisor, and a private banking specialist.
The money was real.
Every cent.
Eighty-nine million euros.
Enough money to change several generations of a family.
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