Twelve Slaps Cost Him His Entire Empire

Synopsis

My husband had four security guards hold me down in front of a dozen executives, and then his own vice president slapped me twelve times. She finally stopped crying, and he finally cooled down. The next day, he showed up with an armload of apology gifts, and a shareholder slammed the table. "Your wife just froze every core patent Dalton owns, three production lines are down, and you're still out here smoothing things over?"