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

I looked at the silver-framed photograph of us on the mantel.

We were smiling in front of the Teterboro terminal five years ago, holding hands in front of the first aircraft the company ever leased.

“I am not calling your secretary,” I said.

“She was disrespectful.”

“She is a vital team member,” Aaron said.

“You have no idea how much she does to keep this company afloat.

You’ve been sitting in the background for years while we do the real work.

You don’t understand the pressure I’m under to deliver quarterly results.”