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

A woman near the door folded her hands in her lap, then unfolded them.

Aaron stood up.

“That woman is a secretary.”

“She was,” I said.

“Before you took her family’s work.”

He pointed at me with one finger.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Page forty-two,” I said.