My Wife Gave Him My Glory, Then Lost Everything
I've worked with my wife, Naomi Prescott, for seven long years. Yet, she refuses to make my identity public in the company.
Naomi claims that she's worried that the entire company might think of me as a man who relies on his partner. Believing her excuse, I stick to myself and keep a low profile all this time.
But on the day my project team secures a ten-million-dollar business deal, Naomi is quick to make me give the credit to her childhood friend, Matthias Crowell.
When faced with my questions, Naomi retorts in a matter-of-fact tone, "Matt is new to the company. Can't a veteran employee like you take care of him at work?"
I'm furious, to say the least.
"What if I say no?"
Naomi throws a resignation letter at my face. "Well then, you can pack up and get lost, you pathetic loser!"
I pack my belongings calmly and leave the company afterward.
Three days later, Naomi's company is on the brink of bankruptcy. She sobs loudly as she begs me to return with her.
I produce a business card and give it to her. "Sorry, but I prefer being the boss of my own company. It so happens that my company still needs a janitor. I suppose I can reserve that position for you, seeing as we used to be married and all."