Give Back What You Stole
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Summary
My fiancée hired a male assistant. He called himself a good luck charm.
When I closed my first million-dollar deal, he said it was because he’d prayed for it.
When I pulled an all-nighter to win a bid, leading my team to success, he claimed it was due to his lucky draw.
When I selected a piece of land, developed it into a resort, and reaped a billion-dollar profit, he insisted it was because I wore his good luck charm.
After he’d snatched credit for all my achievements, HR approached me at year-end: “All your performance metrics are attributed to Dylan Finch.
