"How?"
"Bad investments."
"Was he bankrupt?"
"No."
Jonathan's voice became quiet.
"He could have saved himself."
"Why didn't he?"
"Because he gave everything away."
Richard stared.
"What?"
"He sold his remaining assets."
"Why?"
"To pay his employees."
Richard looked at the photograph again.
Jonathan continued.
"More than three hundred people worked for Sam."
"The company failed."
"People were losing homes."
"Sam used his own money to keep them alive."
Richard swallowed.
"And then?"
"He lost almost everything."
"His house?"
"Sold."
"His cars?"
"Sold."
"His savings?"
"Almost all gone."
"And the hotel?"
Jonathan smiled sadly.
"Sam gave it to the employees."
Richard stared.
"Why?"
"Because he believed the people who built the place deserved a future."
Richard couldn't breathe.
Jonathan continued.
"Eventually, the employees sold shares to investors."
"That's how you became owner?"
"Partially."
Richard looked at the photograph.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Jonathan stared at him.
"I assumed you knew."
Richard shook his head.
"I didn't."
"Apparently."
Richard looked toward the entrance.
"Where did he go?"
Jonathan didn't answer.
A security officer entered.
"We found him."
"Where?"
"At the park."
Jonathan immediately walked outside.
Richard followed.
They found Sam sitting on a bench.
He was looking at the river.
Jonathan approached.
"Sam."
The old man turned.
He smiled.
"Jonathan."
Jonathan sat beside him.
"I'm sorry."
Sam shook his head.
"Don't be."
"You shouldn't have been treated like that."
Sam looked toward the street.
"I've been treated worse."
Jonathan frowned.
"That doesn't make it acceptable."
Sam smiled.
"You still worry too much."
Jonathan laughed softly.
"I learned from you."
Sam looked at him.
"How's the hotel?"
"Still standing."
"Good."
"Better than standing."
Sam smiled.
Jonathan hesitated.
"Richard didn't know."
"I know."
"Did you expect him to?"
Sam shook his head.
"No."
"Then why did you come?"
Sam looked at the hotel.
"I wanted to see it."
"After all these years?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Sam thought for a moment.
"Because I missed it."
Jonathan nodded.
"I understand."
Sam looked down at his hands.
"I built it with my wife."
Jonathan smiled.
"I remember."
"She chose the marble."
"She did."
"She said it would make the lobby feel warm."
Jonathan laughed.
"She was right."
Sam smiled.
For a few moments, they sat in silence.
Then Jonathan asked,
"Why were you outside?"
Sam shrugged.
"I didn't want to go inside."
"Why?"
"I didn't feel like I belonged."
Jonathan looked at him.
"You always belong there."
Sam shook his head.
"Not anymore."
Jonathan reached into his pocket.
He pulled out a key.
"The master suite is still yours."
Sam stared.
"I can't."
"You can."
"Jonathan."
"Sam."
The old man laughed.
"You haven't changed."
"Neither have you."
Sam looked at the key.
He took it.
But he didn't stand.
Jonathan asked,
"Will you come back?"
Sam smiled.
"Maybe."
"Why maybe?"
"Because I have somewhere else to be."
"Where?"
Sam looked down the street.
"People are hungry."
Jonathan understood.
The next morning, something unexpected happened.