My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold

“We cross-reference your father’s logs with the patent filings,” I told Clara.

“We map the stolen code directly to the product.”

“It will destroy the company’s valuation,” Daniel warned.

“I do not care about the valuation,” I said.

“I care about the truth.”

The waitress walked by and left a slip of green paper on the edge of the table.

The total was nine dollars and fifty cents.

I put my five-dollar bill and a ten over the check.