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**Nine-year-old Connor was desperately digging a stranger's half-eaten burger out of a public trash can outside a packed Austin restaurant, completely ignored by the sea of oblivious adults stepping around him. But when another nine-year-old boy spotted him through the glass, a simple dinner turned into a life-changing rescue.** / Chapter 7 / 10

Chapter 7 - AN UNEXPECTED INVITATION

James ended the call and turned back to Tommy. "Where are you staying tonight?"

Tommy wiped his brow nervously. "We're going back to the apartment for now. I need to pack up what little we have into trash bags before Monday."

"No," James said instantly. "You're not going back to a place with no hot water and a leaking roof tonight. Not Connor, and not you."

"Mr. Mercer, please, we can't take your money—"

"You're not taking my money. You're coming to stay at the Grand Regency Hotel downtown," James said, taking out a black American Express Centurion card. "I keep a permanent suite reserved there for out-of-town business clients. It has two bedrooms, a full kitchen, and hot water. You and Connor are staying there for the weekend."

Tommy stood paralyzed. "A suite at the Regency? Sir, that's a five-star hotel! We can't go in there looking like this!"

"Tommy," James laughed softly, "I own ten percent of the hotel chain. If anyone gives you a look, tell them James Mercer sent you, and they'll bring you chocolate cake."

Elliot ran over, overhearing the conversation. "Dad! Can Connor come over to our house tomorrow to play on the trampoline?"

James looked down at his son, then at Connor, whose eyes were wide with wonder and excitement.

"Connor," James asked, kneeling down once more to face the boy. "Would you like to spend the day with Elliot tomorrow? We can get some new clothes, play in the yard, and let your uncle get some well-deserved rest."

Connor looked at Tommy, seeking permission. Tommy looked at his nephew's eager, hopeful face—a face that hadn't smiled properly in eight long months since his mother's death.

Tommy nodded, his eyes shining with profound gratitude. "Go ahead, buddy. You deserve it."

"Yay!" Connor cheered, jumping up and down, dropping his guard completely for the first time all day.

Within thirty minutes, James had arranged for a private town car to pick up Tommy and Connor, taking them straight to the luxury hotel suite. He handed Tommy a sealed envelope containing five hundred dollars in cash.

"For food and room service," James insisted, cutting off Tommy's attempt to decline. "Get a hot shower, order whatever Connor wants from the menu, and get a good night's sleep. On Monday morning at 8:00 AM, my driver will pick you both up and bring you to my corporate office."

"What happens on Monday?" Tommy asked, his heart beating fast.

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