Simona handed over a tablet, which clearly marked all the vacant areas on the tower's middle and upper floors. "After all, we all work for the boss. You're one of us. Vought International has never been stingy with its own."
As she spoke, she took two cards from her pocket and handed one each to Pietro and Wanda.
"Please keep these cards safe. Each has a hundred million preloaded onto it. The boss said this is for your living expenses and pay. There are no restrictions on their use. Spend it however you like."
Pietro stared at the thin card. His hand trembled, and he nearly fumbled it.
A hundred million?
The siblings had grown up scraping together food in the ruins of Sokovia. At their poorest, they could not even afford a decent pair of new shoes, and they had to split a piece of moldy bread in half. Now someone had suddenly handed him a hundred million, and it was just living money to "spend however you like"?
"Th-the boss is going way overboard..." Pietro swallowed, feeling as though he were floating.
Simona did not laugh at his loss of composure. She turned to Wanda, who had been sitting in a daze on the bed, and said gently, "Also, postwar reconstruction in Sokovia has been progressing steadily. The dedicated funding and construction crews the boss arranged were in place long ago. Schools, hospitals, and residential areas are all being rebuilt. If you miss home, you can take the company's private plane back to have a look anytime."
Simona took half a step back and gestured toward the door. "Now, you two can come with me to see your new home."
Home.
Wanda sat on the edge of the bed, her fingertips stroking the card, her lips pressed together