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

I could hear the wind moving through the oak trees outside the window.

I stood up and carried the blue folders to the wooden desk in the corner.

I stacked them neatly next to the lamp.

I had to get ready for the morning.

The final audit report would arrive at nine.

Daniel had promised to bring it straight to the CEO’s office.

I wiped away my tears and turned off the bedside lamp.

The brass nameplate still read Chief Executive Officer, and the polish had gone gray down in the grooves of the letters.