The Rise of the Disgraced Heir

It was the World Consumer Rights Day summit and my wife insisted I accompany her. At the banquet, my wife arrived arm-in-arm with her assistant, dressed to impress. Meanwhile, she had me sit at a table with the cafeteria lady. Just as I was about to confront her, her assistant sneered at me in front of everyone. "Frederick Larkin, you're just a useless freeloader. What makes you think you deserve to sit next to Mrs. Baker?"

I gave him a slight smile and turned to look at Willa Baker, my wife. "So, you think I don't deserve to sit here either, right?"