At 3:17 a.m., I Thanked My Husband’s Mistress on Company Slack—Then a 2:41 Login Led to My Inheritance
I rested my hands on the desk.
Douglas waited until I looked up.
“This is separate from the affair,” he said.
“We need specialist counsel and a factual record.”
I knew he was right.
At that moment, all I could think was that somewhere my name had been used as if my existence were a useful inconvenience.
The access data pointed to infrastructure associated with Vanguard’s executive offices.
It did not identify the individual sitting at a keyboard.