Mr. Harrison looked him up and down with clear disdain.
“Tell me something,” he said, tapping the safe lightly with the tip of his polished shoe. “Do you think you can open this?”
He smirked.
“If you can, I’ll give you one hundred million pesos. One hundred million. But if you fail, you leave—and never come back. Deal?”
A ripple moved through the room.
One hundred million.
To them, it was entertainment. To the boy, it was unimaginable.
The guests chuckled, expecting a quick humiliation.
But Jake didn’t react the way they expected.
He looked at the safe. Then at Mr. Harrison. Then at the room full of faces watching him.
“I accept,” he said calmly.
A strange chill passed through the room.
Silence replaced the laughter.
Jake walked toward the safe. His small hand reached out and touched the cold metal. There was no hesitation—only focus. He closed his eyes briefly, as if listening to something no one else could hear.
Then his fingers began to move across the dials.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Not forcing—feeling.