My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold
“He locked me out,” I said.
“My badge is dead.”
“I know,” Daniel said.
He pushed his glasses up his nose.
“Sorry.
He told the executive floor you were having an episode.
He said you barged in and demanded access to files you have no clearance to see.”
Clara walked over to a silver laptop on her coffee table.