It started like any other day—a busy morning filled with meetings. I was leading a presentation, reviewing numbers on the big screen, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. At first, I ignored it, trying to stay focused on the task at hand, but the buzzing continued—persistent. Figuring it might be something important, I discreetly pulled out my phone. The sender? “Battle Ax”—the nickname I affectionately gave my wife early i...