Julian Vance adjusted his expensive silk tie as he walked through the glass doors of Vance Enterprise.
The bright morning sun poured through the high windows of the modern skyscraper.
He was the youngest chief executive officer in the history of the city.
Every employee bowed their head as he walked past the polished marble floor.
Julian had built a real estate empire worth over fifty million dollars.
He owned a massive penthouse downtown and three luxury sports cars in his garage.
Yet inside his heart, Julian carried a heavy burden of deep sadness.
He had no idea who his real family was.
Twenty years ago, a massive house fire swept through his childhood home in Texas.
Julian was only seven years old when the flames consumed the entire building.
A brave woman had pulled him out of the burning bedroom just in time.
She wrapped him in a wet blanket and carried him through the falling roof beams.
Julian passed out from smoke inhalation before he could see her face clearly.
When he woke up in the hospital, the woman was completely gone.
The hospital staff told him that a mysterious stranger had saved his life.
She suffered severe burns on her arms before running away into the night.
Julian spent his entire childhood moving between different foster homes across the state.
He promised himself that he would become rich and search for her.
Julian hired private investigators to search for any woman with severe fire scars.
Years passed, but every lead ended in a disappointing dead end.
He started to believe that his hero had died from her terrible injuries.
On this crisp Monday morning, Julian walked toward the executive elevator.
His mind was focused on a major board meeting about a multi-million dollar merger.
He carried a dark leather briefcase containing the final legal documents.
Two personal bodyguards followed closely behind his fast steps.
Near the main lobby fountain, an elderly cleaner was washing the slippery tile floor.
She wore a simple blue uniform with yellow rubber gloves and a white apron.
Her gray hair was tied back in a neat, tidy bun.
She bumped her plastic mop bucket by mistake as Julian walked past her.
Dirty water splashed across the front of Julian's handmade black leather shoes.
The lead bodyguard immediately stepped forward with a harsh look on his face.
Guard: Watch where you are going, woman!
Clara: I am so sorry, sir, my hand slipped on the handle.
Julian stopped in his tracks and looked down at the old woman.
She was trembling with fear as she reached for a paper towel.