When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.
The transaction was still pending, and the recipient’s name appeared as Holloway Wealth Management.
The name on the transfer notification brought back a conversation from the previous Thursday.
Spencer had been standing in my office doorway, asking me how much was left in the account I used to hold tax reserves and payroll.
He claimed his mother wanted financial advice and that he might introduce me to some of her acquaintances.
I told him business records weren’t dinner conversation.
He kissed the top of my head and said he admired my discipline.