Something felt off. He looked pale, his hands slightly shaking as he motioned for me to sit. Then I noticed her—the same woman.
My stomach tightened.
For a moment, I thought I might be in trouble. Maybe giving her money had broken some rule. Maybe she had come to complain.
Then my boss turned his monitor toward me.
“Watch this,” he said.
It was a video.
Filmed from across the hallway, slightly shaky, as if someone had recorded it secretly through a partially open door. I saw myself knocking, saw her answer, saw the children step forward.
And then—the moment I gave her the money.
Everything had been captured.
I felt my face flush as the clip ended, but my boss clicked again. The numbers below the video made my heart skip.
Four million views.
