Micro Monday: "A Small Greatness"
A Small Greatness
Everything about him suggested wealth and power. Huge mahogany desk, sumptuous leather chair, flurrying assistants, impeccable Italian suit for at least a grand, framed oil portraits of his ancestors and his vintage Rolls, Harvard and Oxford diplomas, his secretary’s voice buzzing in (Sir, the Mayor is still on hold), Civic Club cufflinks, a deep tan from countless rounds at Medinah. And, at home in Lake Forest, undoubtedly, many wooded acres, ten bedrooms and equally flurrying servants.
Yet, behind that desk and sunk into that rare leather, he suddenly seemed so small.
“I have nothing,” he all but whimpered.