THE BILLIONAIRE’S MOTHER DISGUISED HERSELF AS A POOR CLEANER TO TEST HER SON’S FIANCÉE

Say [music] that again. Say you're taking that job. >> I said yes to the interview, Marcus. That's all. >> You don't need an interview. You don't need a job. You need to remember who fed your family when they had nothing. >> There you are, my son. >> Everything you have, the roof over your

father's head, your brother's school fees, all of it came from me. Don't you dare forget that. >> I haven't forgotten, Marcus. I just refuse to keep paying for it with my whole life.

The board wants an answer by the end of the quarter, Victoria. They want to know who's holding the pen when you finally step back. >> I know what they want, Bazzy. I'm asking what I want. >> And what do you want? >> 32 years ago, my husband and I built this out of him but a warehouse in

stubbornness. I will not heave after simply because blood demands it. >> Marcus loves you. Anyone can see that. >> Loving me and being worthy of this are not always the same thing, old friend. I've watched powerful men mistake the two before. I won't make that mistake with my own son. You sound like a woman

who already suspects something. >> I sound like a mother who has spent 30 years only ever seeing her son through his own eyes. I think it's time I saw him through someone else's. >> Mama, you've been in here since 6. Have you eaten? >> I ate. >> Sit down, Marcus. I want to show you

something. >> These are the transfer documents. 30% of the holding company. Executive signing authority on two subsidies. >> Mama, this is a great honor. I won't let you down. >> Mama, you don't have to rush this. I'm in no hurry. Every man in your position says that, Marcus. Most of them are lying.