My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold
“Not a dollar.
Not a signature.
You will face the auditors alone.”
I walked past him toward the elevators.
I did not look back to see if he was watching me go.
I pressed the call button, and the silver doors opened immediately.
I drove back to the estate in silence.
The long gravel driveway crunching under my tires sounded louder than usual.