Camilla is headed to her grandmother’s 80th birthday dinner, where family tensions and secrets are set to unravel. As they gather for the first time in years, old rivalries ignite, hidden truths surface, and a sudden twist leaves them all reeling.
Camilla and her husband, Scott, were driving to a family dinner at her grandmother’s house. For the first time in years, the entire family was together.
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They had come from different cities because it was Grandma Eleanor’s 80th birthday, and she insisted they all attend. Scott parked the car, and they stepped out into the cool evening air.
“I still don’t get why we’re here,” Scott grumbled as they walked to the front door.
“It’s Grandma’s birthday,” Camilla replied. “She wants to see us all together. She’s the only kind person in our family. I couldn’t say no.”
“I get that, but I could be working right now. You know we need the money more than ever,” Scott complained.
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“It’s just one evening.” Camilla patted her stomach, her loose sweater concealing her figure. “Do you think they’ll notice?”
“They shouldn’t. Even I wouldn’t if I didn’t know,” Scott responded.
“Good. I don’t want Mom to know yet. Maybe I’ll tell Grandma at the end of the night,” Camilla said.
“It’s your choice, honey. I’m here for you,” Scott said, giving her a gentle hug.
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They heard another car parking. Turning around, they saw Camilla’s brother, Michael, and his wife, Stacy, getting out of their car.
“Hey! Wait for us!” Michael shouted, running over.
“Sweetie, I can’t run! I’m in heels!” Stacy whined, catching up slowly. Camilla and Scott exchanged looks, rolling their eyes. It was clear Stacy was with Michael for his wealth, once she even said it herself.
“Can we go in now?” Scott asked. They all approached the door, and Camilla rang the bell.
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A moment later, the door opened, and a joyous Eleanor stood there. “My darlings! I’m so glad to see you!” she exclaimed, hugging each of them. They walked into the dining room, where a beautifully set table awaited, laden with food.
“Why did you make so much? You could’ve waited, and we would’ve helped,” Camilla said.
“Stop it. I enjoy doing this,” Eleanor replied. They all sat at the table.
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“Mom isn’t here yet?” Michael asked.
“She said she wasn’t sure if she could make it,” Eleanor said sadly.
“Typical. She never has time for us,” Camilla remarked.
“Stop it. She’s our mom,” Michael responded.
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“Just because you’re her favorite doesn’t mean anything! She hasn’t even wished me a happy birthday in years!” Camilla snapped.
“Not everyone can be perfect like you!” Michael shouted back.
“She always put her acting career before us! She still does! And look who’s talking about perfection – the owner of several restaurants!” Camilla yelled.
“I worked hard for that!” Michael shouted.
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“Let’s calm down a bit,” Scott suggested.
But Camilla didn’t hear him. “You just got lucky Uncle decided to give the restaurants to you!” she screamed.
“You’ve always been jealous of me!” Michael yelled.
“Jealous?! Of what?! That you’re completely alone, and your wife’s with you only for the money?!” Camilla screamed.
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“As if your situation is any better! Your husband can’t even find a decent job! And how long have you been trying to have a kid? Five? Ten years?” Michael yelled.
“Go to hell!” Camilla screamed.
“Enough!” Eleanor shouted, standing up. “You’re acting like children! I brought you here to have a nice dinner on MY birthday. And I was even thinking about what to do with the inheritance.”
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“What inheritance?!” Michael and Camilla asked in unison.
“The one your grandfather left, and I will leave too. But you can forget about it. You don’t know how to appreciate what you have. I’m not leaving you anything until you learn to value it!” Eleanor declared.
“Wait! What do we need to do to get the inheritance?” Michael shouted after her.
“Convince me you deserve it,” Eleanor said, walking away.
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Camilla started feeling unwell and stepped outside, holding and gently rubbing her stomach. After a few minutes, Michael joined her.
“So we might get an inheritance,” he said to Camilla.
“We might have if you hadn’t ruined everything as usual,” Camilla replied.
“Me? You started it,” Michael said defensively.
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“Michael, I need this inheritance. I really need it,” Camilla said.
“I need it too,” Michael retorted.
“You have restaurants! Leave me something!” Camilla snapped.
“Business isn’t going well, and Stacy threatens to leave if I don’t fix it,” Michael said.
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“That might be good for you,” Camilla said. “I’m not backing down. Scott and I need the money badly right now.”
“And what are you going to do?” Michael asked.
“Prove I deserve the inheritance,” Camilla said, walking back into the house.
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“Hey! That’s not fair!” Michael shouted, following her.
Camilla found Eleanor in her bedroom. “I’m sorry we ruined your celebration with our fighting,” Camilla said.
“It’s not your fault. Your mother didn’t raise you to be friendly,” Eleanor replied.
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“Do you want something? Food? Drink?” Camilla asked.
“Is this how you want to prove you deserve the inheritance?”
“Scott and I really need this money right now,” Camilla said, placing a hand on her stomach. “Because—”
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Michael barged in, interrupting, “Don’t listen to her. She’s lying about me.”
“We weren’t talking about you,” Eleanor said. “Camilla, you were saying?”
“No, nothing important. I’ll tell you later,” Camilla said, not wanting Michael to hear.
“Do you need anything, Grandma? Let me help you with something,” Michael offered.
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“If you think sucking up to me will get you the inheritance, you’re wrong,” Eleanor said. “Let’s go back to the table and continue dinner.”
The three of them returned to the dining room, where Scott and Stacy were still sitting, and saw that Margaret, Camilla and Michael’s mom, had arrived.
“My darlings! I’m so happy to see you!” Margaret said, hugging Michael and then Camilla. “You’ve gained some weight, Camilla,” she commented, making Camilla roll her eyes. They all sat down.
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“Michael told me you’re discussing inheritance. Am I in the list of heirs?” Margaret asked.
“So that’s why you came. Not surprised my daughter only wants money from me,” Eleanor said.
“Not at all. I came for your birthday,” Margaret said.
“Sure, I believe that,” Eleanor replied.
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“I think we should discuss the inheritance,” Michael said, holding Stacy’s hand. “We believe it should go to us.”
“Why you?” Scott asked.
“When was the last time you visited Grandma?” Camilla asked.
“We live far away; it’s hard to get here,” Michael replied.
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“We also live far away but visit at least once a month,” Camilla said.
“I sent groceries to Grandma!” Michael shouted.
“I helped her around the house!” Camilla shouted back.
“I called her every week!” Michael yelled.
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“I called her every day!” Camilla screamed.
“I think the inheritance should go to me as the oldest,” Margaret said.
“No!” Camilla and Michael shouted in unison.
“Oh!” Margaret said, clutching her chest.
“Grandma, are you okay?” Camilla asked.
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“Yes, just…” Eleanor didn’t finish her sentence and fainted. Camilla rushed to her.
“Grandma! Grandma! Call an ambulance!” Camilla shouted, then grabbed her stomach and screamed.
“What’s wrong?” Scott asked nervously.
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“It’s starting,” Camilla said.
“What’s starting? Labor?” Scott asked.
“Yes,” Camilla said, screaming again.
“You’re pregnant?!” Michael asked, shocked.
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“I’m going to be a grandma!” Margaret exclaimed.
Scott called an ambulance, and they took Camilla and Eleanor to the hospital. The rest gathered to drive to the hospital in Michael’s car.
“Let’s take my car,” Michael said.
“Fine,” Scott replied.
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“Michael, maybe you shouldn’t go. You know I hate hospitals,” Stacy said.
“What? My grandma is sick, and my sister is giving birth,” Michael said.
“But I don’t want to go,” Stacy said.
“Then stay,” Michael said.
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Michael, Scott, and Margaret drove after the ambulance.
Camilla was in the delivery room, almost ready to give birth but refusing to until she heard about Eleanor.
“What’s happening with Grandma?!” Camilla screamed. “Tell me about my Grandma!”
Scott sat beside her, holding her hand. “Please, calm down. The baby is the priority now.”
“There’s no time to wait. We need to deliver,” the doctor said.
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“What’s happening with my Grandma?!” Camilla screamed.
The doctors calmed her down, and she delivered a healthy baby girl. She held the baby when Michael and Margaret entered the room.
“I can’t believe I’m an uncle,” Michael said. “I’m sorry for everything I said at dinner.”
Margaret looked upset. “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?” she asked Camilla.
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“I didn’t want you to be in her life and then disappear like you did with me and Michael,” Camilla said.
“You’re right. I wasn’t a good mom. But maybe I can be a good grandma,” Margaret said.
“Let’s take it slow,” Camilla replied. “Do you know what’s happening with Grandma?”
“Camilla…” Margaret hesitated. “You need to rest and not stress.”
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“What happened to her?” Camilla insisted.
“Her heart stopped,” Michael said. “The doctor said it had been bad for a while. I think that’s why she wanted us all together.”
Camilla started to cry, and Scott hugged her.
A doctor entered the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but we found something in Eleanor’s belongings. I think you should see it,” the doctor said, handing Michael a folded note. Michael brought it to Camilla, and they read it together.
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I know our family isn’t the closest, and I wanted to change that. I hope it can happen with you, but I have more hope for the new generation. Camilla, I know you’re pregnant, even though you tried to hide it. I’m so happy for you and Scott. That is why I want my great-grandchild to inherit everything I have. Teach this child to love and protect our family, as it’s the most important thing we have. Michael, it’s time to leave Stacy. Margaret, it’s time to learn to be a mother and a grandmother. I love you all very much and hope you know that. Learn to love each other too.
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Michael and Camilla had tears streaming down their faces.
“It looks like your little girl is very lucky,” Michael said. “Do you know what to name her?”
Camilla looked at the baby, then at Scott. Scott nodded.
“Her name is Eleanor.”
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Entitled Worker Belittled My Wife, Who Works as an Office Cleaner — I Was Furious and Put Him in His Place
Entitled Worker Belittled My Wife, Who Works as an Office Cleaner — I Was Furious and Put Him in His Place
Susan, a 61-year-old office cleaner, faced humiliation when a coworker, Mark, maliciously knocked over her mop bucket and belittled her. After HR dismissed her complaints, Susan and her husband Jack took matters into their own hands, exposing Mark’s abusive behavior and fighting for justice.
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My wife, Susan, is 61 and works as a cleaner in an office. She loves the job because it gives her some extra money and, with the flexible hours, she gets to spend more time with our grandkids. Plus, she can enjoy her favorite hobby — reading books. But recently, something bad happened at her job.
One evening, she came home looking upset. I noticed right away.
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“Susan, what’s wrong?” I asked, setting down my newspaper.
She sighed and sat down beside me. “You won’t believe what happened at work today, Jack.”
“What is it? Tell me.”
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She took a deep breath. “I was mopping the hallway floor, minding my own business. Suddenly, I heard the company manager, Mr. Thompson, yelling at someone. He was really laying into them for missing a deadline. Said it cost the company an important sponsor.”
“That doesn’t sound good,” I said, leaning in closer.
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“No, it wasn’t,” she continued. “The yelling was so loud that even people walking by stopped to listen.”
“Who was he yelling at?” I asked.
“I don’t know, I couldn’t see from where I was. But then, out of nowhere, this man with an angry face stormed out of the office. He looked furious.”
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“What did you do?” I asked.
“I just kept mopping, trying to stay out of his way. But then he came right up to me and kicked over my bucket of water.”
“He did what?” I almost shouted.
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“Yes, he knocked over the bucket and dirty water went everywhere. It even seeped into the neighboring offices,” she said, her voice trembling.
“That’s terrible! What did you do?”
“I started cleaning up the mess right away. But then he yelled at me, ‘What a klutz! You’re so old, you can’t even mop the floor right?’ And then he just walked off.”
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I could see the pain in her eyes. “That’s awful, Susan. Did anyone help you?”
“No, Jack. People from the nearby offices came out and started telling me to clean up the mess. They thought I had made it.”
“Did you explain what happened?” I asked.
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“I tried. But later, my boss called me into her office. She told me that if anything like this happened again, I’d be fired.”
“Fired? That’s not fair!” I exclaimed.
“I know. I told her what really happened, but no one believed me,” Susan said, her eyes filling with tears.
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I felt my anger rising. “This isn’t right. We need to do something about this.”
“What can we do, Jack? They don’t believe me.”
“I’m going to the office tomorrow. I’ll talk to the HR manager,” I said firmly.
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The next day, I went to her office building. As soon as I entered, I asked to see the HR manager.
“Hello, I’m Jack Johnson. My wife, Susan, works here as a cleaner,” I said when I was ushered into his office.
“Please, have a seat, Mr. Johnson. How can I help you?” the HR manager asked.
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I took a seat and explained the whole incident. “Yesterday, a man named Mark knocked over her bucket and humiliated her. She tried to explain, but no one believed her.”
The HR manager listened carefully. “Let’s check the security camera footage.”
We watched the video together. It showed the man leaving the manager’s office angrily and heading towards Susan. But the camera angle didn’t capture him knocking over the bucket.
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“I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson,” the HR manager said, shaking his head. “Without concrete evidence, we can’t hold Mark accountable. He’s been a respected employee here for ten years with no complaints against him.”
“So, my wife just has to take this? She’s the one who got yelled at and threatened with losing her job,” I said, my frustration growing.
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“I understand your frustration, Mr. Johnson, but our hands are tied without more proof,” the HR manager replied.
Feeling defeated, I left the office. When I got home, Susan was waiting. She looked at me with hopeful eyes, but I had to tell her the truth.
“I’m sorry, honey. They said there’s nothing they can do without proof. The camera didn’t catch him in the act.”
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She nodded, trying to be strong, but I could see the hurt in her eyes.
I found it hard to believe that Mark had no complaints in ten years, so I decided to investigate further. I asked Susan to invite her colleagues over for lunch so I could get to know them better. Susan often shared how nice her coworkers were.
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We had ten guests: eight women who worked as cleaners on different floors and two electricians. We had a wonderful time, but during the gathering, I had a plan.
Casually, I brought up the incident involving Susan and how HR had dismissed my concerns. “You know,” I started, “HR brushed off Susan’s complaint about Mark. Has anyone else had issues with him?”
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There was a pause, and then one of the electricians, Tom, spoke up. “Mark’s always been a jerk,” he said. “He’s sabotaged our tools a few times.”
A cleaner named Maria nodded. “He’s belittled me in front of others more times than I can count.”
Another cleaner, Linda, added, “He’s smart about it, though. He knows the blind spots where cameras don’t catch him.”
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It became clear that Mark had a pattern of bullying, targeting the cleaners especially, knowing their complaints were usually ignored.
With everyone shocked by Mark’s behavior, I devised a plan. “Why don’t we write a letter to the CEO?” I suggested. “Detail everything Mark has done.”
Susan and her colleagues agreed. They wrote a detailed letter, outlining how Mark had mistreated them. Not trusting HR, we sent the letter directly to the CEO. While we didn’t expect immediate action, we decided to gather more evidence.
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I bought a small recorder and instructed Susan on what to do. “Just get him talking,” I said. “We need his own words.”
The next day, Susan waited for Mark outside the office. When he came out, she approached him. “Mark, why did you humiliate me? What did I do to deserve that? What would your mother say?” she asked.
Mark smirked. “My mother would be proud of me for putting someone like you in your place,” he replied arrogantly. “Watch out, or I might spill dirty water again and blame it on you. You’re nobody here, while I’m an important employee.”
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I recorded the entire conversation from a distance, just in case. When he left, I saw a victorious smile on Susan’s face. “Got him,” she said.
The next day, we went to HR with the recording. “This is proof of what he’s done,” I said, playing the audio.
HR tried to cover it up. “This doesn’t prove anything substantial,” they claimed.
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Fed up, I decided to take a different route. I uploaded the video online and included the audio from Susan’s recorder. The video quickly went viral, and various media outlets contacted us for interviews. Susan shared her story on camera, and we provided the evidence.
The following day, the company’s CEO issued a public apology. “I was unaware of the systematic abuse by my employee,” he said in a statement. “I apologize to Susan and her colleagues.”
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Mark and the HR manager were fired from the company, and Susan received compensation. She was happy that I had stood up for her in such a modern and effective way.
“I can’t believe it’s over,” Susan said, relief washing over her face. “Thank you, Jack. You really made a difference.”
I smiled at her. “You deserved justice, and I’m glad we could get it. Now, let’s move forward and enjoy some peace.”
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Susan nodded, holding my hand tightly. “Yes, let’s do that. And maybe, finally, I can just enjoy my work and my books without any more trouble.”
We both knew it had been a tough journey, but seeing Susan’s smile made it all worth it.
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