Vance for trivial matters like the food being bland or the floor not being clean enough. He remembered the time he yelled at her when Mrs. Vance asked for money for her medicine when in reality if she had wanted to, she could have bought the entire hospital. He remembered how he had always boasted in front of Mrs. Vance about being the pillar of the family, bragging about his salary, which was nothing more than crumbs compared to his mother-in-law’s fortune. Extreme shame mixed with a paralyzing fear, began to take hold of him. He had been insulting the boss of his boss, the owner of the throne to which he begged for his livelihood.
Mr. Harrison was not finished. He pointed at Mark’s face again, this time with his index finger, trembling with contained emotion. He shouted loudly for everyone in the room to hear this painful truth. Mr. Harrison said, “Mark, everyone who’s anyone in this town, all my colleagues, all the major investors know who Mrs. Vance is.” They bow to her in respect. They honor her wisdom and her power. Everyone knows how great she is, except you. The words except you were spoken in a sharp tone that struck Mark’s chest. Mr. Harrison continued, saying that Mark was the only person who had been physically closest to Mrs. Vance. He lived under the same roof.
He ate at the same table, but in mind and knowledge, he was the farthest person. Mark’s stupidity and arrogance had blinded him, preventing him from seeing the diamond he had in his own home. Mark collapsed to the floor. His legs could no longer support his trembling body. His face was ashen, like a corpse. He stared at the empty floor with a lost look. His pride was shattered. His future was shattered. His company colleagues looked at him with a mixture of astonishment, disgust, and pity. They whispered, realizing they had been worshiping the wrong man. They had just been in the house of the company’s owner, eating food prepared by the owner’s daughter, and had mocked the death of the company’s owner herself.