Four Text Messages Sent on a Tuesday Morning Changed How Sarah Mitchell Saw Her Family
“They don’t know I was nominated,” I said.
“Eleanor Mitchell put in an advance request last week,” Brenda said, reading from her clipboard notes.
“She asked for prime seating on Derek’s side and bragged that her son was graduating at the top of his MBA class.”
I glanced at the brass clock ticking quietly on the wall.
“She still thinks I’m a captain working supply lines in North Carolina,” I said.
“If I keep the seating separate, they won’t see you until you walk up to the microphone,” Brenda said.