At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance
I took them to the window.
“The warmer one.”
He marked it on the order sheet.
That was all.
He did not explain why my choice would look unsophisticated to clients.
He did not ask whether I had consulted somebody who knew more about expensive interiors.
He needed an answer, and mine was sufficient.
I went upstairs to the room where boxes still stood beside the wall.