MILLIONAIRE SEES IN THE CLEANER'S BAG THE NECKLACE HE GAVE TO HIS LATE BELOVED...

MILLIONAIRE SEES IN THE CLEANER'S BAG THE NECKLACE HE GAVE TO HIS LATE BELOVED...

The soft hum of the vacuum cleaner echoed through the wide office hallways, accompanied by the faint shuffle of Emma Johnson’s worn-out sneakers against the polished floors. It was late, long past the time when the company’s high-ranking executives had left for their lavish dinners and cozy homes. For Emma, this was just another ordinary evening in the endless cycle of work and responsibility that defined her life.

Emma paused for a moment, leaning against her cart of cleaning supplies. She glanced at her reflection in the glass wall beside her, noting the tiredness etched into her face. Her chestnut hair was tied back in a messy bun, and her oversized uniform hung loosely on her petite frame. Despite everything, there was a quiet resilience in her brown eyes—a spark of determination that refused to be extinguished.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She fished it out with one hand while clutching a rag in the other. A picture of her five-year-old son, Ethan, illuminated the screen. It was a message from Mrs. Turner, her elderly neighbor who looked after Ethan while Emma worked late.