I had always believed that money could solve almost any problem.
I was wrong.
Sometimes, money was the reason a family stopped speaking to each other.
And sometimes, the person everyone underestimated was the one who had kept everything standing.
I learned that on a December evening at my son's company Christmas party.
Jeremy had invited me because he wanted me to see where he worked.
He had been talking about the company for months.
The long hours.
The difficult projects.
The opportunities he thought were finally opening up for him.
I knew how much the job meant to him.
He had worked hard to earn his position.
He never complained when he had to stay late.
He never asked for special treatment.
And whenever I asked whether his boss appreciated his efforts, Jeremy always gave me the same answer.
"He knows what I bring to the company, Mom."
I wanted to believe him.
That evening, I wore a simple dark blue dress and a small silver necklace.
Nothing expensive.
I had never been interested in dressing to impress people.
Jeremy picked me up shortly after six.
He looked nervous.
"Are you sure you're comfortable coming?"
I laughed.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"It's a company event. There will be a lot of people."
"Then I'll have a lot of people to meet."
He smiled, but I noticed how tightly he held the steering wheel.
Something was bothering him.
I decided not to push.
The party was being held in a large hotel ballroom.
A Christmas tree stood near the entrance.
Gold decorations hung from the ceiling, and a long table held glasses, plates, and food that looked too expensive to touch.
Employees were already gathering in small groups.
Some wore suits.
Others wore holiday sweaters.
Everyone seemed to know everyone else.
Jeremy introduced me to a few colleagues.
"This is my mother."
They greeted me politely.
One young woman told me Jeremy had helped her with a difficult project.
Another said he was one of the hardest workers in the department.
I thanked them.
I was proud.
Not because they had praised him.
Because I knew those words were true.
Then Jeremy pointed toward a man standing near the stage.
"That's Doug Lanning. He's the owner."
I looked in that direction.
Doug wore an expensive black suit.
His watch caught the light whenever he moved his hand.
He was surrounded by people laughing at everything he said.
He looked comfortable being the center of attention.
Jeremy lowered his voice.
"He doesn't usually talk to employees' families."
"That's all right."
"I just wanted you to meet him."
Before I could answer, Doug turned toward us.
Jeremy straightened immediately.
"Mr. Lanning."
Doug glanced at my son.
Then he looked at me.
"Who's this?"
"My mother."
Doug gave a quick smile.
"Nice to meet you."
I returned the greeting.
He was already looking past us.
"Jeremy, I need you to make sure the presentation materials are ready."
"They're already prepared."
"Then make sure they're correct."
"I checked them twice."
Doug nodded without looking particularly impressed.
"Good. We don't have room for mistakes tonight."
He walked away.
Jeremy watched him leave.
I noticed the disappointment on his face.
I wanted to tell him not to let another man's attitude determine his worth.
But I kept quiet.
There were too many people around us.
And I didn't want to embarrass him.
A little later, the employees gathered near the stage.
Doug stepped forward with a microphone.
He thanked everyone for attending.
He talked about the company's growth.
He praised the management team.
He mentioned several major projects and congratulated a few employees.
People applauded.
I watched Jeremy standing beside me.
He looked hopeful.
Perhaps he expected his name to be mentioned.
Perhaps he was simply happy to be part of the company.
I didn't know.
Then Doug started talking about standards.
He said the company had grown too quickly.
He said some employees had become comfortable.
He said loyalty was important, but results mattered more.
His voice became sharper.
"Nobody is entitled to a position here."
The room grew quieter.
I looked at Jeremy.
His smile had disappeared.
Doug continued.
"Some people believe that because they've been here for a while, they can do whatever they want."
He paused.
Then his eyes moved toward my son.
"Jeremy, come up here."
My stomach tightened.
Jeremy looked around, as though he expected Doug to be calling someone else.
Then he walked toward the stage.
I stayed where I was.
The room was silent.
Doug waited until Jeremy reached him.
"Do you know why I asked you to come up?"
"No, sir."
Doug looked toward the employees.
"Because I want everyone here to understand something."
He turned back to Jeremy.
"Your employment with this company ends tonight."
For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood him.
Jeremy didn't move.
"What?"
Doug lowered the microphone slightly.
"You're finished. Effective immediately."
A woman near the front covered her mouth.
Someone whispered.
Jeremy stared at his boss.
"Can I ask what happened?"
Doug shrugged.
"You haven't met expectations."
"Which expectations?"
"Don't make this difficult."
My son swallowed.
"I've completed every assignment you've given me."
Doug's expression hardened.
"This isn't a discussion."
Then he said something that made my hands go cold.
"Security will help you collect your belongings."
Embarrassing.
That was the first word that came to mind.
Not because Jeremy had done anything wrong.
Because his employer had chosen to humiliate him in front of the very people he worked beside every day.
I looked around the ballroom.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody stepped forward.
Jeremy's shoulders dropped.
He looked like a man trying to understand how his entire future had just been taken away in front of a Christmas tree.
I walked toward the stage.
"Doug."
He turned.
"Yes?"
I looked at him calmly.
"Before you send my son out of this building, I'd like to ask you something."
He looked impatient.
"What is it?"
I glanced at the expensive decorations.
Then at the company logo behind him.
And finally, back at his face.
"Who originally provided the money that allowed this company to get started?"
Doug frowned.
He didn't answer immediately.
Neither did anyone else.
And that was when I realized the question had reached somewhere he hadn't expected.
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