A man in a sharp double-breasted suit pushed through the crowd.
It was Mr. Vance, the general manager of the luxury hotel.
His face was pale with deep worry as he saw the wealthy guest angry.
He rushed over without checking on the elderly woman in the wheelchair at all.
He looked at Nora with severe disappointment written across his heavy brow.
The blonde woman was Victoria Sterling, daughter of a major hotel investor.
Mr. Vance knew that her family controlled millions of dollars in local property.
He turned his back on the old woman and focused entirely on Victoria.
He apologized repeatedly for the terrible disturbance caused by the hotel staff.
Victoria pointed directly at Nora's golden name badge with sharp malice.
She demanded Nora's instant firing right in front of the entire party.
Mr. Vance turned to Nora and held out his palm expectantly.
He ordered her to surrender her badge and leave the premises immediately.
Nora felt a sharp sting of pain deep inside her chest.
She had given three years of perfect dedicated service to this company.
Yet her boss took one look at expensive jewelry and judged her guilty.
She unclipped the gold badge from her dark vest very slowly.
She held the metal piece tight in her warm palm for a moment.
She looked Mr. Vance right in the eye without hiding her emotions.
She told him that truth mattered far more than wealthy family names.
Victoria laughed loudly and mocked Nora's words as completely pathetic.
She claimed that low workers should never speak about important matters.
The quiet woman in the wheelchair finally placed her glass back down.
The gentle clicking sound of glass on silver cut through the heavy air.
She looked up at the general manager with steady blue eyes.
She asked him a simple question about who had reserved this center table.