Server spots her mom’s picture in a billionaire’s wallet — the Reality hits her hard with tears…

Her frustration grew, hours passed. But then, as she was about to give up, she saw him, Richard Lawson, CEO of Lawson Global Enterprises, a billionaire real estate magnate, a man whose empire spanned cities, with his name tied to luxury developments and high profile deals. Zoe clicked on his image, her breath hitching.

It was him. She scrolled through article after article, but nothing linked him to her mother. No past relationships, no known family ties, nothing, which meant only one thing, he had erased her.

Zoe clenched her fists. He had walked into that diner, holding a picture of her mother, and acted as if she didn’t exist, as if Evelyn Carter had meant nothing. The thought made her blood boil.

She wasn’t letting this go. She needed answers, and she knew exactly where to start. The next morning, Zoe boarded the first bus downtown.

Her heart pounded as she stepped off in front of a massive glass skyscraper, Lawson Global Enterprises. The building loomed over her, a symbol of wealth and power. But she wasn’t intimidated.

She walked inside, straight to the reception desk. I need to see Richard Lawson, she said, her voice steady. The receptionist barely looked up.

Do you have an appointment? No, Zoe admitted. But it’s important. The woman sighed, unimpressed.

Mr. Lawson doesn’t take walk-in meetings. Zoe expected this. She had no appointment, no official reason to be here.

If she wanted answers, she’d have to find another way in. Her eyes darted around the lobby, security guards near the elevators, employees flashing badges to get through the turnstiles. No way she was getting in the normal way.

Then she spotted him, a young man, mid-20s, balancing a coffee cup and folder, heading toward the elevators. He looked distracted. She moved quickly, falling in to step beside him.

Hey, she whispered urgently, wait up. You forgot to send me that report Mr. Lawson needed. The man blinked, startled.

What? Zoe sighed in fake exasperation. The report, he was expecting it this morning. Before he could respond, she smoothly stepped forward, walking right through the turnstile, just as his badge activated the sensor.

The guard barely glanced at her. She was in. Her pulse pounded as she stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor.

This was it. She was about to come face to face with Richard Lawson. And this time, he wasn’t walking away.

The elevator doors slid open to the top floor of Lawson Global Enterprises. Zoe stepped out, her breath shallow, hands clenched at her sides. The reception area was sleek, modern, and intimidating.

A man in a dark suit approached her instantly. Miss, do you have an appointment? No, she said. But I need to see Richard Lawson.

It’s about my mother. The man’s jaw tightened. Mr. Lawson doesn’t take walk-ins.

Zoe exhaled, her heart pounding. Tell him my mother’s name was Evelyn Carter, and I’m not leaving until I speak to him. The man hesitated before disappearing down a hallway.

The minutes stretched endlessly. Then, finally, a door opened. Richard Lawson stepped out.

The moment he saw her, something flickered in his gaze. Not surprise, not anger. Something closer to resignation.

He walked toward her, slow and deliberate. Then, after a long pause, he simply said, come with me. Zoe followed him into his office, her heart racing.

The moment the door closed, she turned to face him. Why do you have a picture of my mother? He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached into his desk, pulled out his wallet, and placed the photograph on the table…