Give Back What You Stole
Language: en
My fiancée hired a male assistant. He called himself a good luck charm. When I closed my first million-dollar deal, he said it was because he’d prayed for it. When I pulled an all-nighter to win a bid, leading my team to success, he claimed it was due to his lucky draw. When I selected a piece of land, developed it into a resort, and reaped a billion-dollar profit, he insisted it was because I wore his good luck charm. After he’d snatched credit for all my achievements, HR approached me at year-end: “All your performance metrics are attributed to Dylan Finch. Your annual bonus has been…