of their cruelty. He calmly served them tea, listening to their tale of financial ruin with the same patience he applied to a complex blueprint. He then stood up and retreated to his study.
When he reemerged, he held a slip of paper in his hand. It was a check, already written out for the full amount of $20,000. My mother’s eyes widened, and she reached out, her fingers trembling with a mix of relief and lingering greed.
Before she could take it, Jordan gently pulled the check back.
