As Adam opened the message, the numbers nearly blinded him.
A credit alert of $1,500,000.
Current account balance: $1,626,454.
Beneath it was a short note:
A small token of our gratitude for your tremendous deed.
Signed: Mission Hall Management.
Adam stood in the middle of his cramped one-room apartment, staring at his phone in silence.
The alert was so sudden that his mind stalled.
He genuinely hadn't expected the Mission Hall to be this generous.
But the phrase small token said it all. For the Mission Hall, this amount wasn't even pocket change.
A slow smile crept onto his face.
"So now I'm a millionaire," he muttered.
He shook his head in disbelief. Never in his life had he imagined reaching that point, yet here he was.
Sliding his phone away, Adam began organizing the last things he needed.
He had a train to catch tomorrow morning.
Pulling off his clothes, he changed into something more comfortable and collapsed onto his old bed.
