Rude Boss Insults a Beggar Outside the Office, Gets Punished by His Employees the Next Day

Eric is dissatisfied with his routine life and uses his haughtiness and terrible demeanour towards people to run his father’s business into the ground. However, what occurs when a beggar adopts a different outlook on life?
In the dimness of his posh flat, Eric was scrolling through emails with contempt while his phone momentarily lit up his face. After his father’s death, he was forced into the business world, where he yearned for adventure and the secrets of ancient civilizations.

He mumbled beneath his breath, “I hate this.” His love of exploring caves and historic tombs had been crushed since he took over his father’s business. He had also become resentful, frequently hurling his rage at others nearby.
He tried to take pride in his office building’s massive size as he approached it that morning, but he felt aloof and bitter.
Distracted by his thoughts, he failed to see the beggar seated on the pavement in front of his building and unintentionally knocked over his coin box.

“Don’t worry about it, sir,” the kindly beggar said. “I’ll pick it up.”

For a little time, Eric felt awful for the beggar. He thought of taking some cash out of his pocket and giving it to him. But his whole attitude changed as the breeze changed and he smelled the man’s odour.

He yelled, “You’re gross!” “Take a peek at my sneakers! Additionally, your crap has soiled them.”
Eric observed as the man scooped up his cash with his fingers stuck in filthy cut-out gloves and refused to say anything.
He shouted, “Do you even know how much they cost?” That’s more than you’ll ever make in your entire life, then! I hope to not see you here again.”

The breeze sent the man’s scent back to Eric’s nose, and he winced as he turned to leave. He ignored the bystanders shooting nervous glances at him as he opened the door to the office building.

“Mr. Stanton, is everything alright?” His secretary Tennessee questioned him as he strode through to his office.

Eric continued to look straight at her, engrossed in his newfound rage.
He let out a sigh as he shut the door to his office. He mumbled beneath his breath, “I hate people.”
Just then, one of his best workers emerged from behind the chair at his table.

“Happy morning! Mr. Stanton, I arrived early to catch you!” Lucretia spoke while seated. “I’ve been trying to meet with you for two weeks!”

“Please exit my office,” he answered.

“Mr. Stanton,” she went on, “I’ve been working on this project for a long time.” Please allow me a moment to deliver it. I will provide you with the condensed version.”
Lucretia raced to take her place across from Eric, who sighed and sat down. As Lucretia explained her project, he made an effort to concentrate, but the incident with the beggar continued to bother him.
“So, this could increase our capital by 70%,” she said.

“Great, why don’t you run the company then?” Eric lost patience and lost his cool. “Since you know so much!”

She was surprised and said, “Sir, I-I just thought this project could help,”
Eric brushed off her efforts. “I need outcomes, not just wishes. Bring me a tangible item. And Lucretia, just one more thing. Never again will you enter my office and loiter here like this. You have to make an appointment with my secretary if you would like to see me. Recognised?”

He expected Lucretia to back down, but she refused to budge. She spoke with more confidence, “Mr. Stanton, I’ve been waiting for you for two weeks.”
Eric loved this, he had to admit. She was attempting to challenge him, which made him like the shift in her attitude. He could count on one hand the number of people who refused to bow before him. In addition, he simply wasn’t feeling up to handling any of it.

He commanded, “Get your things and get out!”
Eric put his feet up on the table, watched the door close behind her, then pulled out his phone to check the internet once more.

He wanted to read the fresh papers about oracles. Two of his former classmates had written articles about oracles in prehistoric societies that had been published.

He loudly exclaimed, throwing his hand down on the table, “I should be the one exploring, researching, and publishing.”
Eric did not stop reading during the day, save to answer two calls. He disregarded all of his secretary’s calls and messages. and neglected to read each email.
He packed his bag and headed out for the day when the end of the day finally arrived. Tennessee called to him as he was leaving his office.

She leaped from her desk and exclaimed, “Oh, Mr. Stanton!”

“Make it quick,” he commanded.

“The office is out of coffee, and the water guys won’t come back and fill the water filters until our account has been paid.”

“So?”

“Sir, the problem is that we ran out of coffee,” she responded. “And the water supplier—”

“All right, then! Everyone needs to carry water from home if they wish to drink it. Regarding coffee, a recent study found that using the coffee maker takes up two hours of an office’s daily productivity.

Eric’s eyebrows shot up as he gazed at her.

“Any questions?”

She said, “Yes!” “The office is supposed to have a positive atmosphere.”
He answered, “I agree.” Tennessee, go find a method to do it for nothing. Okay, good bye.

“Mr. Stanton,” she replied, cutting him off once more. “You neglected to sign my vacation contract. Next month, I intend to take a week off. I wanted to make sure everything is in order before your calendar gets too busy because my sister is expecting a kid.”

“Trip? Right now? Tennessee, we are midway through some really important initiatives. Things cannot be this intense and I cannot have my key players disappear. Delay it or do something else.”

As Eric started to head for the door, eager to end the day, Lucretia came over to him.
“Sir, I have an idea about that marketing strategy that you asked me to look over,” she replied.
“Next week! The workday is ended.” Eric gave a growl.

She said, “Will you set up an appointment for me?”

“Yes,” he remarked mockingly. “Bye!”

Eric emerged from the building and entered the vibrant busy metropolis. He made his dinner of a sandwich that he got from a cafe. He discovered he had left his phone in his workplace as he was about to head home.
With a swagger, he returned to the building he detested, prepared to dash inside and retrieve his phone before anyone could talk to him. Eric was in a rush when he stumbled and fell at the feet of the beggar he had run into earlier that day due to an uneven gap on the pavement.
“You again!” Frustrated, Eric lost his cool. “Find somewhere else to beg!”

Unfazed, the beggar menacingly said to Eric, “You won’t recognise yourself tomorrow.” Everything is going to shift.”

Why does he cover his face when speaking?

Eric hurried home, attempting to brush the meeting aside, feeling both disturbed and disdainful.
Eric felt strangely different the following day, his customary sternness giving way to an unusual agreeableness. Eric was surprised to hear that Tennessee had instantly approved Eric’s request for a vacation.

“Yes, of course!” Even if he was internally resistant, Eric found himself saying. What was taking place?
Tennessee was ecstatic. She insisted on more, even teasing about office facilities, and Eric made unwelcome promises of improvements like a new coffee maker. Why can’t I say what’s on my mind?

Eric was at his office, not sure what was going on with him. Eric wanted to reject Lucretia’s amended project, but instead he applauded it when she came in.

Startled by himself, he exclaimed, “This is great.”
While Eric was left wondering about his own actions, Lucretia departed in satisfaction. With the possibility that the beggar’s words were coming to pass, he pondered, “What’s wrong with me?” He was no longer even able to say no. Eric then covered his mouth with tape.
He addressed the beggar thereafter. Eric was astonished to see that the man, who had taken off his hood this time, resembled him exactly. It was actually similar to gazing into a mirror.

“Impossible,” remarked Eric. “I am losing my mind.”

“I always thought to myself,” the impoverished person answered. How do people get to lead such a life? I now know, too. It’s the result of horrible acts. You were wrecked by greed, my friend.
“No, No!” Eric shouted. “I’m a decent person! What you’re saying is not feasible since I am a nice man.”

“Good people predominate. You’ve become so unhumanely focused on saving money for the ones who really matter that you’ve forgotten who you are. Your people will abandon you very soon.”
Eric heard the man’s speech clearly and loudly as he fled.

Eric felt normal again the following day, but it was too quiet at work when he arrived. Tennessee then informed him that everyone had left due to unfavourable working conditions. Eric received an email announcing everyone’s resignation. He was taken aback and saw he had erred greatly.
Eric also attempted to speak with Colin and Lucretia, the final two workers at the office save Tennessee, but they were also on their way out. They no longer wanted to work for Eric because of their dissatisfaction with the way he treated them. Feeling embarrassed, Eric attempted to apologise to everyone and assured them that he would pay them and give them bonuses if they continued. However, it was already too late.
After then, Eric spoke with Tennessee and requested another chance. He acknowledged that he was avaricious and indifferent to the advancement of his staff. He pleaded for pardon and inquired about how to put things right.

“I’ll give you another chance and help you, sir,” she replied. “Now, pull yourself together.”

She thrust a thick book into his grasp.

“All of your employees’ addresses and phone numbers are in this book. You will personally apologise to everyone of them.”

He said, “That sounds fair.” “I’ll carry that out. Will you accompany me?

“Yes, but with a caveat,” she replied. “You will give each and every one of them a paycheck. Prove to them that you are a human being and that you value them. Demonstrate to them your commitment to setting things right.”
Eric accepted and set off on his mission to put things right.

A few weeks later, with the return of the staff, the office came alive once more. Knowing that he was correcting his errors made Eric feel better. Along with starting weekly team meetings, he made sure there were snacks and drinks available for everyone in the boardroom.

In a meeting, Eric acknowledged his prior errors and made a commitment to improve. He expressed his appreciation by giving out incentives.
“I let the desire for achievement to skew my judgement, and I was unaware of the consequences of my choices. However, I have experienced the loss and seen the results. I want to make apologies immediately.”
Following the meeting, Eric asked Lucretia to take over as his second in command.

“Oh my gosh! Really? Both excited and apprehensive, she stammered, “I-I don’t know what to say.”

He questioned, “But do you accept?”

“Of course I do!”

That night, Eric thought about the beggar as he made his way home. In fact, the more he thought about the man, the more he agreed with his ex-classmate’s published papers—that the beggar was an oracle.

It provided the sole explanation for the man’s altered conduct, encompassing both his speech pattern and manner of living.
Sitting back on his silk covers, Eric thought to himself, “I wonder where he is now.” “I would take him out for a meal if I see him again.”

Eric was aware that the man could alter his appearance to fit anybody he happened to cross paths with, therefore it was unlikely that he would see him again.