From his inner pocket, he didn’t take out a letter or a wallet — but a check.
Hand-signed, with an amount that took my breath away.

— It’s a reward, — he said simply. — For being able to remain human when others forget what that means.

I stood speechless. Around us, silence — no whispers, no sarcasm, just looks full of shame.

He turned to the manager and calmly added:
— I’ve already given instructions: from today, this young woman is the new manager. Let her lead those who think they’re above others.

The manager turned pale. My coworkers lowered their eyes.

— You didn’t know who I was back then, — he said with a smile. — You helped me with no interest. People like you deserve to rise.

He took his grandson’s hand and headed for the exit.
— Remember, little one, — he said before leaving, — true wealth is when you can share kindness.

The door closed, leaving behind a feeling of light and justice.