At 2:00 a.m., My Husband Thought I Was Asleep While He Emptied Our Safe to Run Off With His Mistress. Before Leaving, He Kissed Me and Whispered, “Poor Audrey. You Never Saw This Coming.” Hours Later He Sent a Photo From the Airport. I Replied With Four Words That Made Him Call Me Immediately.

I declined.

The marriage was part of the record.

It was not the product.

If the company was going to be described, I wanted it described as a firm that found a failure, repaired the controls, and kept paying its people.

Anything else would turn a governance problem into entertainment.

Margaret supported the refusal.

“You already gave the public the facts it is entitled to,” she said.

“You do not owe them the temperature of your rooms.”