He slipped, unintentionally, and dropped the tray on the elegant but arrogant looking gentleman, unaware that he was the owner of the prestigious hotel. He was not even allowed to apologize and was kicked out.
He wiped his eyes and decided that one day he would own this place.
Twenty years later he stepped in that hotel and was utterly disappointed. There was nothing that even remotely reflected its glory of early days. But he was not going back.
“Where can I meet the owner of this…..place?”
The haggard looking man stopped wiping the counter and said, “I am the owner.”
A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt
Word count 101