My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold
I was letting him build a perfect, fragile house of cards.
I decided to let him celebrate his victory.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.
Daniel had sent a single text message three minutes ago.
“He locked the vendor payment portal.”
I slid the phone back into my pocket.
I looked at the front entrance of the building.
I wondered how I would get back into the building for the board meeting tomorrow.