His Mistress Tried To Fire Me
Language: en
It was exactly eight o’clock in the evening. I was about to click the checkout button on my Nordstrom app for a high-end La Mer skincare set when the screen flashed a bright, clinical red: "Transaction Declined." Before I could even process the notification, my phone buzzed with a FaceTime audio call from Cassandra Drake, the new Chief Financial Officer my husband, Richard, had hired only two weeks ago. "Hey, Victoria," Cassandra’s voice came through, dripping with a sweet, calculated condescension. "Just letting you know I’ve suspended your corporate secondary card. Richard asked me to…