My Wife’s Boss Loves Calling Her at 6 AM to Ask If She Can Cover Shifts for Sick Employees – We Taught Him a Perfect Lesson

My wife’s boss had been disrupting our lives with early morning calls, prompting me to suggest a countermove. Our retaliatory call at an ungodly hour set off a series of events that could either salvage our peace or jeopardize her career — our tranquil mornings hung in the balance.

I woke up early, determined to surprise Mira with breakfast. The smell of coffee filled our apartment as I mixed pancake batter, humming softly.

As I plated the first pancake, Mira wandered in, wrapping her arms around me. We enjoyed a peaceful morning, chatting about our plans.

But the next day, Gabriel’s call shattered our peace. This routine drained Mira, leaving her exhausted. I suggested she confront him with her frustration.

That night, we hatched a plan: Mira would call Gabriel early, mirroring his tactics. The next morning, she nervously dialed his number. It was a risk, but one we felt worth taking.

She explained her grievances, backed by call logs. Surprisingly, Gabriel apologized and promised changes. Mira’s assertiveness paid off, and our mornings returned to blissful calm, reminding us of the importance of standing up for oneself.

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