The CEO’s wife smirked over her wine and said, “Look at you. You look like you walked in from a nightclub.” I didn’t flinch. I simply adjusted my watch. Then her son stepped closer and sneered, “Who do you think you are?” I pulled out my phone, made one quiet call, and seconds later, their $500 million deal was frozen on the spot.
The CEO’s Wife Looked Me Over and Called Me a Nightclub Dancer—Ten Minutes Later, Their Five-Hundred-Million-Dollar Deal Was Dying in Real Time The first thing Celeste Ashcroft did was smile. Not the warm kind. Not the kind that starts in the eyes and reaches the mouth honestly. This was the other kind, the one expensive…
