The Price of Compliance: Unmasking the CEO's Facade
Language: en
At a charity gala, my husband, Arthur Sterling, threw a glass of red wine in my face just to stand up for his female assistant. His eyes were ice-cold: "Stella, what exactly is the point of intentionally bumping into a young girl just to be petty?" "Stop acting like some uncultured shrew who only knows how to pick fights." The moment those words left his mouth, the high-society guests, who thrived on drama, all waited with bated breath for me to lose my mind, flip the table, and burst into hysterical tears. But this time, they were disappointed. I didn't cry, and I didn't make a scene. I…