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My husband's secretary, Matilda Palmer, sent me a picture. In the picture, my husband, Rhett Shelton, was fast asleep, with my coat draped over him. Matilda captioned it: [Mrs. Shelton, Mr. Shelton had a bit too much to drink. He's crashing at my place tonight.] I stared at the photo for three seconds and then smiled. With a quick tap, I took a screenshot of the photo and the chat and blasted it to the company group chat with almost a thousand members. I typed: [Congratulations, Ms. Palmer, on your promotion to Mrs. Shelton.] I hit send, powered off my phone, and that was that. Two days later, when I finally turned my phone back on, it was nearly frozen from hundreds of missed calls.