While my chair remained empty across the street, I was signing deals that would change my career and my life forever. Suddenly, there was a loud commotion near the entrance of our private room as my mother and Whitney burst through the doors.

They were both soaked from the rain and looked absolutely furious as they stared at the group of influential people sitting at my table. Whitney hissed that I was making them look ridiculous and asked what I thought I was doing by hosting a rival event.

I looked her right in the eyes and told her that she was the one who made that choice when she decided to exclude me from her guest list. She claimed it was just a simple mistake, but I told her that it was a very deliberate decision to make me feel inferior.

My mother stepped forward and told me to come back to the restaurant immediately to stop this disgraceful display of rebellion. Desmond stood up and told her that the real disgrace was leaving her own daughter without a seat despite everything she had built.