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And I sat in that room on my own for about twenty minutes and did the arithmetic of that evening properly for the first time.
That gala was held at a hotel the company has an annual arrangement with — an arrangement I am, at thirty-eight per cent, the largest single beneficiary and payer of.
It was celebrating a promotion that was given to him because a chairman had worked out who his wife was.
And it was attended by two hundred people whose employer I had bought thirty-eight per cent of eighteen months earlier.
My husband humiliated me at a party I was paying for, to celebrate a job I had given him without meaning to, in front of two hundred people who worked for a company I owned more of than anybody else in the room.
And the only person in that building who knew all three of those things was me.
