My husband brought a “client” to our anniversary dinner, she wore a red dress, took the best seat, deliberately splashed red wine all over my blouse and laughed, “go ask for a maid uniform”… but she had no idea I never told her I’m the owner of this resort chain. I only texted one line, snapped my fingers… and the entire dining room suddenly went dead silent.
The cup holder sweated with sweet iced tea, the kind you only get in America—too much sugar, too much ice,…