For Nine Years He Mistook My Silence for Surrender; What He Never Understood Was That Every Dinner I Didn’t Fight About Was a Day I Stayed Close Enough to Gather What I Needed to End Him

“Do something.” Roman shot to his feet, his face going red.

“You can’t do this, Simone.

I built this brand.

My name is on the door.” “Your name was on the door,” I said, and I looked at him without heat, because heat was not needed.

“My trust owns sixty-two percent of this company.

And as its majority member, I am terminating your employment as chief executive, for cause, effective now.

Ms.