After Conrad decided that the discussion had reached its end, he looked at Geralt and nodded.
"So, two hundred and twenty million, Jenny, for this project is enough. Am I right?"
"You can do whatever you want to do with the money; I just want to know the total amount."
Geralt froze for a fraction of a second.
Even though they had already calculated the amount together.
"He does not want to pay in installnts but just pay and be done with it."
"He leaves everything to ."
"Yes," he said. "Yes, that amount is more than sufficient."
He paused, then added with emphasis,
"For eleven full years."
Conrad nodded once, as if confirming sothing he already knew.
"Give the account number," he said. "You'll handle everything else."
Geralt hesitated only long enough to open a secure file, then carefully recited the bank account details.
Conrad took out his phone, typed without hurry, and confird the transfer.
The notification arrived almost instantly.
Geralt stared at the screen.
225,000,000, Jenny.
Not two hundred and twenty.
Five million more than agreed upon.
For a mont, Geralt forgot to breathe.
Conrad noticed his reaction and spoke before Geralt could ask.
"You're a smart man, Geralt," Conrad said.
"I added an extra five million for your expenses and for your services. I don't want corners cut. I don't want delays justified by bureaucracy."
Geralt lifted his eyes slowly.
"I want everything docunted," Conrad continued. "Locations, nas, living conditions, progress reports. All of it will be sent to this email account."
He paused.
"If you try sothing—"
For the first ti in the eting, Conrad released a trace of his Nen.
The air itself seed to thicken.
Geralt's chest tightened as if invisible hands were closing around his lungs.
His vision blurred at the edges, and a deep, primal fear surged through him.
"You will encounter many things," Conrad finished calmly, "that you would not like."
Then the pressure vanished.
Conrad turned, collected his things, and left without another word.
Geralt sat frozen in his chair, heart pounding.
It took several seconds before his breathing returned to normal.
Only then did he realize that his hands were shaking.
He leaned back slowly, staring at the closed door.
"That man…" Geralt muttered under his breath.
"After the basic talk and technicalities were over."
"He showed what he is capable of."
"He is not an ordinary guy; that is for certain."
"If I try to do sothing he does, like with his money, he would most likely kill out of spite."
"I am also sure that an individual like him is not very scared of basic law enforcent or anything."
"I wonder why—why he wants to do such a help to these kids."
Geralt then focused on his job; he knew there was no way for him to understand the thought process of such an individual; it just did not make any sense from his viewpoint.
He knew, with absolute certainty, that Conrad was not soone he could lie to, cheat, or manipulate.
Not because of fear alone, but because Conrad had made it clear that consequences would not be delayed.
And yet Geralt exhaled deeply; he had never once considered running away with the money.
Five million Jenny as paynt was already more than generous. Enough to secure his future comfortably for so ti, and he also had other inco.
But more important than that was what Conrad had given him the authority to do.
Ten children.
Ten lives that would otherwise slip through the cracks.
That had always been Geralt's dream.
A notification chid.
Geralt straightened imdiately and opened the email.
From: Conrad
Subject: List
The ssage was short.
"Choose children who are in imdiate need of assistance, as we spoke."
Children who, without intervention, would likely die or fall into irreversible circumstances.
They must be orphans. It is the most important thing that you need to do without any mistake."
Geralt closed his eyes briefly.
Then he nodded.
"Understood," he said to the empty office.
He turned back to his computer, fingers moving quickly now, pulling up databases and cross-referencing reports from orphanages, disaster zones, and abandoned districts.
Nas began to appear on the screen, one by one.
Children who had no one.
Children who had no future.
Not anymore.
Geralt worked without pause; for a long ti now, he felt greatly motivated to do sothing right.
He always helped kids his whole life, but this was the first ti that he had a chance to do it directly without any problem and choose the kids himself.
This was more personal for him, and the satisfaction it gave him from a sense of morality was much higher than just allocating funds to orphanages and visiting those places from ti to ti.
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