Not much time later, Conrad met with a man named Geralt.
Geralt was an ex-government employee that worked with orphanages and worked hard to find funds and people that would like to donate for the kids so that they can live.
After he left the government work, he founded a small foundation for the orphans and children in need and then tried everything to find people who wanted to donate.
Conrad found him after some research on the net and decided that he fit.
In the morning time, about ten am, Conrad went to his office and spoke about what he wanted to do.
Geralt leaned back in his chair.
He had heard many kinds of proposals in his line of work—some sincere, some ego-driven, and some disguised attempts at money laundering or reputation needs.
This one felt… different.
"You're serious," Geralt said at last.
Conrad nodded once.
"Completely."
Geralt smiled.
He turned his monitor slightly so Conrad could see the spreadsheet already forming on the screen.
"Two million Jenny per child per year," Geralt repeated, typing as he spoke.
"That covers housing, nutrition, healthcare, education, psychological support, and an emergency buffer."
"For ten children," Geralt continued, "that's twenty million per year. Over eleven years, yes, two hundred and twenty million, Jenny."
He stopped typing and looked directly at Conrad.
"This is not a casual commitment."
"I know," Conrad replied.
Conrad was aware of the fact that this amount of money was big money for almost all people in the whole world.
Geralt studied him again.
He noticed the lack of hesitation and the absence of excitement or pride.
Conrad wasn't imagining headlines or gratitude. At least, that is what he felt from looking at the young man in front of him.
"I wonder where he did get that amount of money despite his young age." Geralt thought, but he was intelligent enough not to ask it.
In his line of work, finding people who want to donate for the kids is already a hard thing.
He is not going to lose some people by scaring them away by asking the wrong questions.
"That kind of funding puts you in the category of long-term sponsors. Not donors. Sponsors don't disappear when interest fades."
"That's the idea."
Geralt nodded.
"Good. Then let me be clear about something before we go further."
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk.
"If you do this properly, you won't just be saving ten children. You'll be altering ten trajectories."
"They won't owe you anything, but the world will feel different to them."
Conrad met his gaze.
"I'm not looking for gratitude, and I'm not trying to build loyalty."
"Most people say that," Geralt said.
"I'm not most people."
Geralt smiled faintly.
"Fair enough."
He scrolled down and opened another document.
"Now, regarding authority."
Conrad's attention sharpened.
"If your requirement is that an external authority calculates and validates the funding, then it cannot be just me."
"I expected that."
"Good. We'd form a review board with three to five members: a financial analyst, a child welfare specialist, and myself."
"That works."
Geralt paused.
"You're not asking why I'm being this thorough."
"I know better than to ask some questions and also know not to ask some other questions, as you have not asked about the money and its source," Conrad replied.
He then smirked.
"I am sure that whatever you do, with the review board or anything, the calculation and arrangements will be fine."
"But I will contact only you, not other people. I will go with your decision."
That made Geralt laugh softly.
Geralt nodded.
"All right. Then let's talk structure."
The funds would be placed in a trust, locked to selected children's welfare.
Conrad would not control disbursement directly.
Annual audits would be mandatory.
Emergency clauses would exist for medical crises or relocation due to conflict.
"And selection?" Conrad asked.
Geralt's expression turned serious.
"You don't pick."
Conrad nodded and thought,
"I did not want to choose anyway; that would break my condition."
Conrad then nodded at Geralt and then said.
"That is fine."
"We identify candidates based on risk factors: orphans, abandoned children, war-zone survivors, and disaster displacement."
"Priority goes to those with the highest probability of mortality or long-term harm without intervention."
"That aligns with my intent," he said.
Geralt hesitated, then added,
"One more thing. If you're tying this to… personal philosophy, let's call it, you need to understand that children sometimes fail."
Conrad looked up.
"They might drop out. Get into trouble. Reject education. Become bitter. You cannot withdraw support because the outcome disappoints you."
"I won't."
Geralt closed the document and exhaled slowly.
"Then I'm willing to act as the coordinating authority."
He extended his hand.
Conrad shook it.
The grip was steady on both sides.
"Now," Geralt said, leaning back again, "about your finances."
Conrad didn't flinch.
"You currently have around two hundred and forty million Jenny liquid," Geralt continued.
"If you commit the full two hundred and twenty million upfront, you'll be left with a thin margin."
"I'm aware."
"Your hotel income of three to five million monthly is stable but slow. You'd need supplemental income to remain solvent."
"I'll earn it," Conrad said simply.
Geralt studied him. "You're confident."
"I'm capable."
Geralt nodded.
"Then here's my recommendation."
He turned the screen again.
"Don't fund all eleven years immediately. Fund three years upfront with sixty million. Lock the rest in rolling commitments, reassessed annually but contractually guaranteed."
"That keeps you liquid while maintaining absolute security for the children."
"Also, by giving the money to me and the foundation, we can put it in an interest account, which will also make more money for the kids."
Conrad considered it.
"…Would that still count as full allocation?" he asked carefully.
"Yes," Geralt replied without hesitation. "Because the obligation is legally binding. You cannot withdraw it without breaching contract."
Conrad nodded.
"In the end, I will still wire him the full amount; he will just use the first money to start it and then use the other money to keep investing it and then earn more money from it to have more money for the kids," he thought.
"As long as the conditions are fulfilled, I have no problem with the deal." Conrad again spoke to himself and then nodded.
"That's acceptable," he said.
Geralt smiled.
"Good. Then we can begin paperwork today."
As Geralt started drafting documents, Conrad leaned back slightly, letting his thoughts drift.
Two hundred and twenty million, Jenny.
Ten lives stabilized.
One future secured.
And in return, when death reached for him, something would reach back.
Conrad watched the numbers appear on the screen and felt no regret.
"This," he thought, "is a fair exchange."