“I am your sister,” I said as I tried to keep my voice steady. “And that is exactly why I found a much more appropriate place for you to sit,” he answered while pulling a seating chart from his pocket.
He pointed to Table Nineteen which was tucked away in the furthest corner of the room right next to the swinging doors of the kitchen. The table was marked with a small drawing of a balloon and was clearly designated for the youngest guests at the party.
“Jeffrey, that is the children’s table,” I pointed out with a look of disbelief. “Great-Aunt Maude will be there too and since she is mostly deaf, you two will be very comfortable together,” he replied as if he were doing me a favor.
“You want me to sit with toddlers?” I asked. His patience finally snapped and he told me that I simply did not fit in with the people who came here to network and close major deals.
“You are not on their level, so just sit in the back, eat your meal, and please try not to embarrass me,” he muttered. My throat tightened with anger as I reminded him that I worked just as hard as anyone else in the room.
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