I Inherited Trillions, Now What?-Chapter 72: WHO/WFP

The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows of Alexander Blackwell’s home office, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow that contrasted with the cool elegance of the space. The polished mahogany desk, gleaming like a work of art, seemed to absorb the light, adding an unexpected touch of comfort to the otherwise bleak surroundings. Bookshelves, laden with leather-bound volumes, lined the walls, and abstract artwork adorned the space with subtle vibrancy, hinting at the depth of Alexander’s taste. Everything was in its place, curated to perfection.

Alexander sat at his desk, a picture of quiet authority, his posture straight and composed, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded the two women across from him. One, Dr. Evelyn Harper, was older, her demeanor calm and graceful, but there was an unmistakable strength in the way she carried herself. Her smile, warm and genuine, contrasted with the cool elegance of the room, as if she were the rare human element in an otherwise impersonal world.

The other woman, Ms. Lila Greene, was much younger, probably in her late twenties. Her body language was tense, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, and the expression on her face suggested an internal conflict—a mix of reluctance and impatience. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, glancing at Alexander only briefly before averting her eyes, as though her discomfort was impossible to hide.

Dr. Harper leaned forward slightly, her hands resting on the edge of the desk in a gesture of respect, but there was no mistaking the quiet determination behind her words. "Mr. Blackwell, it’s an honor to finally meet you we have been asking for months for a meeting," she began, her voice soft but imbued with the kind of practiced politeness that came from years of negotiation. "We’ve been eager for this opportunity, and we’re truly grateful for the time you’ve set aside today."

Alexander’s gaze never wavered, his expression unreadable, the cool mask of composure he wore never slipping. He gave a slight nod, acknowledging her words without offering warmth in return. "I appreciate the persistence," he replied, his voice calm but measured. "What is it you want?"

The question was direct, no pleasantries clouding his focus. His eyes flickered briefly to Lila, who seemed to shrink further into her chair at the sharpness of his tone. But Dr. Harper was undeterred. She met his gaze with unwavering steadiness, showing no signs of being intimidated. After a beat, she spoke again.

"I am Dr. Evelyn Harper from WFP," she said, her voice now tinged with purpose, "and this is Ms. Lila Greene, the youngest-ever director at the World Health Organization. We are both here today under the directive of the United Nations, on behalf of our respective agencies, to address something of great urgency."

She paused, her gaze lingering on Alexander for a moment before it drifted to Lila, who, though young, exuded an air of quiet poise beyond her years. Dr. Harper’s eyes softened for a brief second as she considered her companion before turning her attention back to Alexander.

"Mr. Blackwell," Dr. Harper began again, her voice taking on a more solemn tone, "Are you aware that over 9% of the global population suffers from extreme hunger? That amounts to a total of 733 million people. And every year, 9 million people—just from hunger-related causes—lose their lives."

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Her words settled in the room like a heavy weight, the silence that followed thick with gravity. Alexander’s dark eyes flickered ever so slightly, a barely perceptible shift, but his face remained as unreadable as ever. Dr. Harper noticed the change, but she didn’t let it deter her. She was here to do more than just present facts—she was here to provoke action, to challenge him in a way few could.

"This is not just a problem of the impoverished countries," Dr. Harper continued, her voice growing more resolute, "but a crisis that spans the globe, a call for the privileged few to do what they can to alleviate suffering."

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with the weight of the conversation. Alexander sat back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, his posture as composed as ever. The golden light from the setting sun made his figure look almost implacable.

Lila shifted in her seat again, her discomfort growing by the second, but Dr. Harper’s calm presence anchored the moment. It was clear that she understood the magnitude of what she was asking, yet her gaze never faltered.

Alexander’s silence hung heavy, and Dr. Harper allowed the stillness to stretch, giving him time to consider the words that had been spoken. It was a rare moment when Alexander Blackwell might be moved, and Dr. Harper had been in the room long enough to know that some battles were won in the quiet moments.

Seeing that Alexander didn’t respond further, Dr. Harper gently nudged her partner, Lila, who had been sitting tensely beside her. Lila, who had initially wanted to be anywhere but here, hesitated for a moment. But when she noticed Alexander’s silence wasn’t dismissive—just contemplative—a flicker of hope sparked within her. Taking a steadying breath, she reached into her bag and pulled out a slim, neatly organized file.

She placed it on the desk between them and leaned forward slightly. "Mr. Blackwell," she began, her voice quieter but no less determined, "you might already know the hunger statistics, but are you aware that over 1.6 billion people currently lack access to safe, clean drinking water? That’s one in every five people on this planet."

Her tone grew firmer as she continued, emboldened by the weight of her words. "And the consequences go far beyond dehydration. Dirty water leads to diseases like cholera, typhoid, and dysentery. Every year, nearly half a million children under the age of five die because of this. These deaths are preventable."

She paused, letting the grim reality sink in, her eyes meeting Alexander’s dark gaze. There was no mistaking the gravity of her message. She placed her hand on the file and slid it an inch closer toward him. "This file contains data on the regions most affected, the economic implications, and, more importantly, the solutions we’re proposing.

Alexander hearing it all turned to the ladies and said a word " And?" he said "pardon" came the reply of Lila

Alexander looked at them and said "And so the things you listed are terrible but what does it have to so with asking for a meeting with me"

The two women exchanged a glance, silently encouraging each other. Dr. Evelyn Harper straightened in her seat and spoke first, her tone earnest yet professional. "Mr. Blackwell, we requested this meeting with you because we believe we’ve found a real solution—one that could significantly address global hunger and provide access to clean water for countless people, including millions of children."

Her voice carried the weight of her conviction, but Alexander’s expression remained stoic, his sharp gaze revealing neither approval nor disinterest. Sensing his lack of reaction, Dr. Harper pressed on. "We would like for you to consider donating to this cause, sir."

Before Alexander could respond, Lila leaned forward, quickly opening her file and placing it on his desk. Her voice was steady, though there was an edge of urgency in her tone. "This document outlines the step-by-step process we’ve developed," she explained, her eyes briefly flicking to Alexander’s face before continuing. "For the World Food Programme, we’re seeking a donation of $8 billion to help end world hunger. And for the World Health Organization’s clean water initiatives, we’re requesting at least $6 billion. These funds could change the lives of millions."

She took a breath, her voice becoming more impassioned. "Mr. Blackwell, with your support, we could tackle these crises head-on. We’ve worked tirelessly to ensure these solutions are practical and scalable. All we need is the funding to make it happen."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of their ask hanging heavily in the air. Alexander, his expression as unyielding as ever, watched them both intently, his gaze betraying no emotion. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, his arms crossing over his chest, and spoke, his voice calm yet definitive.

"I’m sorry to inform you, but I won’t be able to donate," he said evenly.

The words landed like a thunderclap, and the energy in the room shifted instantly. Both women froze for a moment, the weight of Alexander’s refusal sinking in. Lila’s lips parted, and she blurted out, "Pardon?"

Alexander’s dark gaze shifted to her, his tone calm yet firm as he repeated, "I won’t be able to donate. I don’t have the money."

Dr. Harper’s composed demeanor cracked slightly, replaced by a flash of incredulity. She leaned forward, her voice rising with renewed urgency. "Mr. Blackwell, I understand the cost is steep, but we’re talking about ending world hunger here. Millions of children in Africa and across the globe—children who have no choice, no hope—could finally get the help they deserve. This isn’t just a donation; it’s a chance to be part of something so much larger than yourself."

Her eyes shone with passion as she pleaded, her words striking an emotional chord. But Alexander’s expression didn’t waver. His response was calm, almost detached. "Recently, I made a significant deal. I’m not in a position to make such a donation right now."

"Three-point-one trillion," came a sharp voice from the side.

Alexander turned his gaze to Lila, who was now looking directly at him, her previously subdued demeanor replaced by quiet determination. "Three-point-one trillion dollars. That’s your net worth as of today, Mr. Blackwell."

Dr. Harper stilled, her eyes darting between Lila and Alexander, who remained unfazed by the statement. His indifferent gaze locked with Lila’s, his lack of reaction an unspoken acknowledgment of the truth.

Lila’s voice softened, but the conviction behind her words was unwavering. "Mr. Blackwell, you have the means and the ability to do something that could benefit millions no billions—save lives, change the world. Would you really choose to turn away from that?"

She hesitated briefly before pressing on, her tone taking on a gentler, almost imploring note. "Would you really not use what the Lord has blessed you with to help the world, even just a little?"

Alexander sat motionless as the weight of their words hung in the air. After a moment, he simply said, his tone devoid of emotion, "Sorry, like I said before, I won’t be able to help you."

The room fell silent for a beat before Lila suddenly began laughing, a sharp, bitter sound that startled Dr. Harper. Evelyn leaned in closer, agitation etched into her features. "Mr. Blackwell, this could save lives—millions of them. These are record-breaking initiatives, solutions that could reshape the future—"

But Lila cut her off, her voice laced with frustration. "Dr. Evelyn, don’t waste your words."

"What?" Evelyn replied, turning to Lila, confusion and alarm evident in her expression.

"You won’t get the donation," Lila said bluntly, her gaze locked on Alexander with a fiery intensity. "I told you before we came—he wouldn’t listen to us. We just wasted our time." Her voice dripped with disdain as she looked at Alexander, disgust flashing in her eyes. "He’s just like his father," she added bitterly.

Alexander’s face remained impassive, though his dark eyes seemed to sharpen, the reference to his father hanging in the air like an uninvited guest. Lila stood abruptly, her movements sharp and deliberate. "Let’s just go. Any more time in this place, and I might actually go insane."

Dr. Harper looked between Lila and Alexander, her face torn between disappointment and an attempt to salvage what remained of the meeting. "Lila, calm down," she urged gently, though her voice betrayed her own growing frustration. "We should be—"

But Lila didn’t let her finish. "No," she said firmly, picking up her file and clutching it to her chest. "There’s no point. He doesn’t care, Dr. Harper. He never did." Her voice cracked slightly, but she quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulders as she turned toward the door.

Dr. Evelyn Harper paused at the door, her hand resting on the polished handle as she turned back to Alexander, her face etched with a mix of frustration and determination. "Mr. Blackwell," she began, her voice steady despite the tension crackling in the air, "the proposed contribution isn’t even five percent of your personal wealth. With all that you have been blessed with, don’t you feel an obligation to humanity? To those who have nothing?"

Alexander met her gaze without flinching, his dark eyes unwavering. "No," he said coolly, his voice like steel. "I don’t. My only obligation is to myself and my family name now if that would be all."

The starkness of his words seemed to stun Evelyn, and for a moment, she could only stare at him. Then her lips parted to speak again, but before she could, Lila stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

"Dr. Harper, let’s go," Lila said sharply, pulling her toward the door. Her face was tight with anger as she glared at Alexander one last time. "May the Lord have mercy on your soul," she spat, her voice trembling with contempt.

not leaving she turned back again her voice cutting through the thick silence. "You can have your money, your power, and your self-centered world, Mr. Blackwell. But don’t expect history to remember you kindly no don’t expect history to even remember a man like you."

With that, she opened the door and stormed out, leaving Dr. Harper standing there for a moment longer. The older woman’s expression softened slightly, her disappointment giving way to a look of quiet resolve.

"Perhaps one day, Mr. Blackwell," she said, her tone heavy with meaning, "you’ll realize that all the wealth in the world means nothing if you lack the heart to use it for good."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and followed Lila out of the office, the sound of the door closing behind her echoing through the grand space.

After a few minutes, Everlyn, his secretary, entered the room, informing him that both women had left the island. Alexander responded, "Everlyn, block any meetings from the UN from now on."

"Will do, sir," she replied.

As Alexander glanced back at his desk, preparing to dive back into his files, he muttered, "What a waste of time."

Everlyn, sensing her boss’s need for a distraction, spoke up. "Sir, I would need your input on something."

He turned his head to look at her, intrigued.

She pulled out a tablet, displaying images of two cars. "Sir, which one would you prefer?"

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