My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold
I walked through the revolving doors.
The lobby was all white marble and brushed steel.
I walked straight toward the security turnstiles.
Frank stood at the central podium.
He knew my name, my face, and my car.
I pulled my silver security badge from my purse and pressed it against the black reader panel.
A sharp beep echoed through the quiet lobby.
A small red light blinked on the scanner.