My husband fired me for a personal financial planner. After I left, he regretted it crazy.
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I brought in three hundred million dollars in revenue for the company, yet my husband Max's private financial advisor, hired for a million, slammed a stack of invoices onto my desk. Her voice dripped with the haughty tone of a madam of the house as she interrogated me: "The gifts for clients, Wish has them for half the price. Why did you buy them for double?" "Were you eating abalone and lobster with clients? Why did one meal cost a thousand dollars?" "This business trip? You filed twenty thousand dollars in expenses. That's way above the average employee." Every single word was a…