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

I picked up Marcus’s yellow pen from the desk blotter.

I did not hesitate.

I pressed the tip of the pen to the heavy paper and signed my full legal name in firm, dark strokes.

“The board meets at eight o’clock tomorrow,” I said.

I set the pen down.

I took the signed directive and placed it on top of the financial logs, the stolen code records, and the patent files.

I slid the master file into my leather briefcase.