My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold
A director near the window moved his coffee cup an inch to the right.
I set my briefcase on the table and opened it.
My wedding ring tapped the wood once, a small hard sound.
“Call security,” Aaron said.
“We’ll handle this after.”
“Call them,” I said.
That stopped him.
He looked at the door, then at the board members, then back at me.