My wife folded her most seductive nightwear into a suitcase and said, “Tonight I’m going on a private business trip with my boss. If you’re not capable enough to help me, don’t try to stop me.” She thought I would beg, yell, or block the door — but I calmly zipped up the suitcase for her and said, “Serve him well.” She smiled as if she had already won, not knowing the room for that “promotion trip” had been booked for three people… and the third name was exactly what turned her promotion dream into a disaster neither she nor her boss could see coming.