My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold
Robert stood by the staircase in his usual tweed jacket.
He held a small glass of water and swirled the ice around without drinking it.
“You were up late,” Robert murmured.
“I was reading the internal chat logs,” I said.
“Aaron is telling the executives I’m crazy.”
“He has been blocking my calls for three weeks,” Robert murmured.
“A man who ignores the family estate manager is a man getting ready to run.
He fired the landscapers yesterday without telling me.”