I Made My Wife His Prize Too

Summary

At the company's annual gala, my wife Mira had already prepared the grand prize for our top salesperson:

A villa, a Porsche, and a hundred thousand in cash...

I half-joked, "Mira, why don't you just give him my company while you're at it?"

Mira frowned. "Do you have any idea how much value Marcus has created for you this year?"

"You're the boss—can't you be a little more generous?"

I smiled and said nothing more.

Until the day of the gala, during the prize draw game on the big screen, our top salesperson drew Mira herself.