Chapter 8 - Morning Light

The next morning, the sun broke through the clouds for the first time in a week, casting bright, clear light across the city.
I arrived at Laut at seven in the morning to prepare for the lunch service. The restaurant was quiet, smelling of ozone, fresh polish, and lavender floor cleaner.
Mr. Ricca was already there, sitting at the host stand with a stack of local newspapers spread out before him. He looked up as I walked in, his expression unreadable.
"You're early," Ricca said.
"I wanted to make sure everything was set properly today, sir," I replied, hanging up my coat. "About last night... if you want to fire me for breaking protocol—"
"Fire you?" Ricca interrupted, pointing at the front page of the Daily Chronicle. "Look at this."
I walked over and leaned across the stand. The headline read:
VANCE LOGISTICS ANNOUNCES MAJOR SETTLEMENT FOR DOCKWORKERS' FAMILIES; CEO RESIGNS OVER 'SAFETY NEGLIGENC E'
There was a photo of Thomas Vance, the CEO, standing on the steps of his corporate headquarters, looking pale and thoroughly beaten. Standing beside him, holding her daughter’s hand, was Elena. She was wearing a new black wool coat, her head held high, her face clear and strong in the morning light.
"Moretti called Vance at two in the morning," Ricca whispered, his voice full of awe. "By six AM, the settlement papers were signed. Two million dollars for the family. And an extra fund set up for all the dockworkers killed in the last five years."
I stared at the photo, my thumb tracing the image of little Mia, who was holding a small stuffed teddy bear and smiling at the cameras.
"Moretti left something else for you," Ricca said, reaching under the desk and pulling out a heavy cream-colored envelope.
I opened it. Inside was a formal letter from the registrar of New York University, along with a full scholarship grant for a degree in Business Administration, signed by the university board’s chief benefactor: Vito Moretti.
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At the bottom of the paper, a hand-written note read:
The world is full of hungry people. Some hunger for food; others hunger for grace. Make sure you serve both.