Naomi folded the letter.
She looked at Victor.
“Why now?”
“Because I finally understand it.”
“Understand what?”
“That I didn't embarrass you that night.”
Naomi waited.
“I embarrassed myself.”
She smiled slightly.
“Yes.”
Victor laughed.
“I deserved that.”
Naomi placed the letter on the desk.
“You know what bothered me most?”
“What?”
“It wasn't the money.”
“I know.”
“It wasn't even the insult.”
Victor looked at her.
“What was it?”
“You looked at me and decided my life was small.”
Victor lowered his eyes.
“You were wrong.”
“Yes.”
Naomi stood and walked toward the window.
“Do you know what I learned?”
“What?”
“People who underestimate you are sometimes giving you something valuable.”
Victor looked confused.
“What?”
“A reason to discover whether they're wrong.”
He smiled.
“You used me.”
“No.”
She turned.
“I used the situation.”
Victor nodded.
“That's fair.”
He stood.
“I want to repay the hundred thousand.”
“You already paid it.”
“I want to give you more.”
“I don't want it.”
“Why?”
“Because I don't need it.”
Victor smiled.
“That must be a strange feeling.”
“What?”
“Not needing money.”
Naomi laughed.
“It helps.”
Victor turned toward the door.
Then stopped.
“There is something else.”
Naomi waited.
“I want to make another bet.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“No.”
He laughed.
“You haven't even heard it.”
“I remember the first one.”
“This is different.”
“How?”
“You choose the terms.”
Naomi thought about it.
“All right.”
Victor smiled.
“What do you want?”
Naomi said:
“If your company succeeds again, you will create a scholarship for young people who had to abandon school because of family responsibilities.”
Victor stared at her.
“That isn't a bet.”
“It is for you.”
“What do I get?”
“You get to prove you've changed.”
Victor smiled.
“Deal.”
They shook hands.
The scholarship was created six months later.
The first recipient was a young woman named Sofia Martinez, who had left college to care for her younger brothers after her mother died.
Naomi interviewed her personally.
Sofia reminded Naomi of herself.
The same exhaustion.
The same fear.
The same determination.
When Sofia received the scholarship, she cried.
“I don't know how to thank you.”
Naomi smiled.
“You don't need to.”
“But why me?”
Naomi looked at her.
“Because someone should have given me this chance years ago.”
That night, Naomi went home and looked at her mother's photograph.
She finally understood what her mother had meant.
Language was about doors.
But sometimes, the most important thing wasn't knowing how to open a door.
It was deciding to hold it open for someone else.
Five years passed.
Naomi's career continued to grow.
She became a senior partner at Lin International.
Then she founded her own investment company.
She called it Carter Global.
Her father joked about the name.
“You could have called it Carter & Daughter.”
Naomi laughed.
“That sounds like a law firm.”
“It sounds respectable.”
“It sounds old.”
“You're old.”
“I'm thirty-eight.”
“Exactly.”
Their relationship had changed.
James was healthier than doctors had expected.
Naomi made sure he traveled.
They visited China together.
They stood outside the restaurant where her mother had once worked.
They walked through the streets where her mother had grown up.
Naomi spoke Mandarin with local shopkeepers.
Her father watched her proudly.
One evening, he said:
“She would be proud.”
Naomi smiled.
“I hope so.”
“She already was.”
Naomi looked at him.
“How do you know?”
“Because she told me.”
“When?”
“The week before she died.”
Naomi stopped walking.
“What did she say?”
James looked at the city lights.
“She said you were going to build something.”
Naomi laughed softly.
“I've built a company.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“She meant something bigger.”
Naomi didn't understand then.
She did later.
The opportunity came when a historic building in San Francisco went up for sale.
It was an old commercial property.
Beautiful but neglected.
At street level was a restaurant.
The restaurant had changed owners several times.
Naomi walked inside.
She stopped.
Table twelve was still there.
Different chairs.
Different decorations.
Different management.
But the table remained.
Naomi stood beside it.
She remembered Victor.
The bet.
The embarrassment.
The moment Henry Lin had noticed her.
She bought the building.
The restaurant manager couldn't believe it.
“You're the new owner?”
“Yes.”
“Are you planning to replace the restaurant?”
“No.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
Naomi smiled.
“Renovate it.”
She invested heavily.
The restaurant became elegant but welcoming.
She created a private dining room.