The Road to Business Supremacy: Starting With Divorce

At the baby's full-month celebration, the hall was packed with guests. Holding my precious son, I thought I was the happiest man in the world. Until my wife slapped the divorce papers against my face in front of everyone and sneered, “Don't touch my child and his again!” And that “his” was none other than my direct superior, who stood there with a glass of red wine, grinning mockingly at me. My life fell apart completely in that moment! On a night of despair, my superior's wife walked up to me. “He gave you a green hat. Don't you have the guts to give him one back?”