So, I guarded my truth. I lived in the same modest apartment for years. I used the same leather handbag until it was worn out. I bought clothes at discount chains, cooked at home, and saved everything. I invested everything and became wealthy in silence. Because true power doesn’t shout; it observes.

And I was observing closely when Marcus called me that Tuesday afternoon. His voice sounded different, nervous, like when he was a kid and had done something wrong.