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On Black Friday, my husband's clueless secretary volunteered for the job. "Mr. Anderson, you have to trust me this time. I promise I can handle it." Blinded by her sweet confidence, my husband insisted she take over the livestream control room. The hosts were on edge, voices sharp, each one pitching their products like this was their big break. When the clock struck midnight and the Black Friday sale officially began, they all shouted, "It's live!" The very next second, a product originally priced at $300 sold one million times for just $3. I didn't scream. I didn't panic. I just knew. My husband's company was finished.