The city was locked in its usual evening traffic. Inside a sleek black luxury sedan, the CEO sat in the back seat, reviewing documents on her tablet. Her face was calm, unreadable—a woman who had built an empire in a world she believed was filled with selfish, manipulative men.

"How much longer?" she asked without looking up.

"The signal just turned red, ma'am," the driver replied.

She sighed and glanced out the tinted window. Streams of pedestrians crossed the road. Businessmen hurried by. Office workers laughed. She looked away with quiet disdain. Then one person caught her attention. A college boy, wearing a slightly wrinkled uniform and carrying a worn backpack, stopped in the middle of the crosswalk. A little girl had dropped her sketchbook. Without hesitation, he knelt, gathered the scattered pages, smiled, and handed them back before jogging across the road as the signal began to change.

No one applauded. No one even noticed.

"...Huh."

For the first time in a long while, she found herself watching a man without disgust. The traffic light turned green, and her car moved forward. She expected to forget his face by the next intersection. She didn't.

The car rolled forward.

"Find that boy," she said calmly.

Her driver blinked. "Ma'am?"

"The college student who just crossed the road."

"Should I call security?"

"No." She kept her eyes on the disappearing figure.

"Just tell me who he is."

"Should I investigate him?"

A faint smirk appeared on her lips.

"Everyone has a past. Let's see if he's really different... or just another man pretending to be good."

Unaware that one glance had turned him into the target of one of the most powerful women in the city, the college boy disappeared into the crowd.