My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold
You let him parade you around the office.”
“I documented the payments,” Jasmine corrected.
“I sat in that seat for a reason.”
I grabbed the heavy brass handle of my briefcase.
I stood up.
“Alyssa, please,” Daniel started.
He pushed his glasses up again.
“Just listen to her for two minutes.”