Wrong Move: Scamming the Boss
I'm dressed in flip-flops and shorts when making an inspection of the five-star hotel my husband just acquired.
When the front office manager spots me, she immediately calls for security with a disgusted look on her face.
"The hotel's WiFi isn't meant for people like you to use. Hurry up and pay me 200 thousand dollars in Internet costs, then get lost!"
I calmly tell her that I'm the owner of the hotel, but that only makes her sneer.
"The owner of the hotel? Hey, old hag, you're putting on an act in front of the real deal! This hotel was a birthday gift from my husband to me. Aren't you fantasizing a bit too much?"
Oh? Since when did Ian Lambert get another wife behind my back?