From the doorway, Sebastián watched—knowing he hadn’t just lost a position.
He had lost his reflection.
Because money fills accounts.
But respect fills the heart.
And that is the only wealth that lasts.
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From the doorway, Sebastián watched—knowing he hadn’t just lost a position.
He had lost his reflection.
Because money fills accounts.
But respect fills the heart.
And that is the only wealth that lasts.
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