Pay My Check Not My Ring
Language: en
I was the high-priced "closer" Peterson headhunted to be his Executive Assistant. My retainer was thirty thousand a month, and within thirty days of stepping into the office, I’d already locked down a ten-million-dollar contract. Peterson treated me like a lucky charm, a golden goose he wanted to keep on a pedestal. What he didn’t expect was his "trophy wife," Tiffany, to see me as a target. It started with a single photo from a strategy meeting. Just because I was standing next to Peterson, she posted it to her socials that same day. “This assistant is nothing but a little home-wrecker.…