An Intern Threw Coffee On Me—Then Claimed Her Husband Was The CEO

merely the calm before the tsunami. That night, my phone buzzed incessantly with social media alerts. Someone had downloaded Tiffany’s live stream and doctored it, cutting out her arrogance and only showing clips of me looking stern, David protectively shielding me, and Mark kneeling pathetically.

The comments were clearly orchestrated: Look at that continue reading …