Businessman offered several bills to a young girl raising money for her mother's medical care

Описание: Waiting for his train, a businessman offered several bills to a young girl raising money for her mother's medical care. Her thankful words, however, left him speechless.

The minutes seemed to stretch into an eternity, each tick of the station clock a slow, deliberate beat against Harvey's mounting impatience. He'd arrived at the bustling Grand Central Station far too early for his afternoon train to Asheville, a futile attempt to outrun the knot of anxiety that had been tightening in his chest all week. He’d already nursed two lukewarm coffees from a hurried stand, paced the grand concourse until his feet ached, and idly browsed the magazine racks of a small newsstand, but nothing truly settled his restless energy.
Finally, giving in to the dull ache in his knees, he found a spot on a polished oak bench in the sprawling waiting area. As a habit, or perhaps a desperate attempt to feel in control, he unzipped his leather messenger bag, a weathered piece he'd carried since his college days, and began a routine check of its contents. And then, his breath hitched. The most crucial item was missing—a sleek, ebony folder containing the final, vital documents for his big presentation.
Harvey frantically rummaged through the bag, the soft lining of its compartments now feeling like a mocking void. He checked each zippered pocket, each divider, his fingers brushing against notebooks, pens, and his tablet, but the portfolio was nowhere to be found. He sprang up as if jolted by an electric current, his gaze darting to the enormous clock hanging above the concourse. A low groan escaped him. Thirty minutes until his train. Just thirty minutes. Moments ago, those thirty minutes had felt like an insurmountable year, a vast expanse of time. Now, they'd shrunk to a terrifying fraction of a second.
He slung the bag over his shoulder and burst out of the station doors onto the frenetic city street, nearly colliding with a petite young woman struggling with an oversized, olive-green suitcase. The young man trailing behind her, likely a friend or a helpful stranger, mumbled a gruff, "Watch where you're going, buddy!" But Harvey barely registered the retort. To hell with the kid, he thought, his mind racing. He had to think, had to conjure a solution for the missing portfolio, and fast.
A taxi? No, a trip back to his downtown apartment and then back to the station was impossible. The distance was too great, and the city's notorious rush-hour traffic would swallow any hope of making it in time. His spirits plummeted like a stone in water. He was reaching into his pocket for his phone, intending to call his assistant and beg her to reschedule the critical meeting, when his hand froze.
Just then, a sunny yellow taxi pulled up curbside a few yards away. The passenger door opened, and his fiancée, Clara, emerged, a radiant smile on her face. And clutched in her hand, as if it were a precious treasure, was his black leather portfolio. Harvey exhaled a long, shaky breath, the tension that had held him captive for minutes finally dissolving. He was saved.




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