[ WP ] You are in a room , with one other man and noone else . Between you is a table , with the most important object in your life on it . What happens ?

I stared him right in the eyes, unfocused on the jar. I was n't sure what he was going to do with it, but he had the intent to steal it. I could see it in his eyes. 
 
 I stopped staring at him, and looked at the jar. I thought about the jar for a while. 
 
 The jar had once contained jam from a festival I had gone to many a year back. I had washed out the jar once I arrived home, ridding it of the small portion remaining inside. 
 
 This jar was used to contain pens for the entire workplace, but now it sits empty, on the table, right in front of me. 
 
 I looked back at my opponent, and his glare tightened. He was n't blinking. I had shown weakness by avoiding eye contact, unintentionally. 
 
 He suddenly grabbed the jar, and threw it upon the floor in what seemed to me like anger. 
 
 I had made no notable effort to stop him, because I had known that the jar was n't a part of my anymore. It was n't my jar. It was the entire workplace's. 
 
 The CEO of our office building walked in to see the glass jar, shattered upon the floor. 
 
 My opponent was standing up. 
 
 My opponent pointed at me, frantically trying to frame me, for whatever reason. I had no objections, but through unspoken contact, I could tell that the boss knew it was n't me due to how shifty and uneasy my opponent was. 
 
 He was promptly fired the next day. 
 
 All over a staring contest. 
 
 The CEO awarded me for my unspoken honesty with a promotion to VP of the company. 
 
 All over a staring contest.
