My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold
Robert set his glass on a coaster.
He opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a single sheet of heavy legal paper.
“Marcus drafted this for you,” Robert said.
I picked up the document.
It was a formal corporate directive to suspend the chief executive officer immediately, pending a full forensic audit.
It cited embezzlement, fraud, and theft of intellectual property.
“If you sign this tonight, you give up any chance of handling this quietly,” Robert said.
“I know,” I said.