Sold His Dreams, Then Walked Out on Him
To help my husband, Ryan Whitaker, compete for the director position, I spend an entire month securing the sale of a luxury apartment worth tens of millions of dollars.
On the day the contract is signed, Ryan hands the primary contract to Lucinda Brooks, a new employee who has just joined the company.
When I demand an explanation, his eyes flicker with guilt.
Still, he argues, "Lucinda studied abroad. She is more academically accomplished than you, and her Iridian is better. The client happens to have a foreign business partner, so it'll be smoother if she takes the lead on the signing."
As he speaks, he wraps an arm around my shoulders, expecting me to compromise like I always do.
But this time, I don't smile but continue to pull a long face.
That very afternoon, I submit my resignation letter and hand over every core client under my management.
Ryan is furious as he tears up the resignation letter and mocks me. "When I married you, I didn't even care that you only graduated from high school. Why are you picking a fight with a newcomer now?"
I laugh.
It's true that I don't have an impressive educational background, but he's forgotten one most crucial thing.
I didn't earn my title as the company's sales champion through academic credentials.