Privately, I fixed his calculations, corrected his failures, and rescued contracts he nearly destroyed.

Then Olivia entered the picture.

Her beauty wasn’t the real problem. Her ambition was wild and careless. She kept telling Victor he deserved more. To her, I was plain and dull—”a spreadsheet in human form.”

I’d seen the phrase in one of their conversations.

But spreadsheets remember every detail.

At 8:00 a.m., my attorney, Diane Caldwell, arrived at the house with two associates and a closed folder.