My Husband Gave My Airplane Seat to His Secretary, Then Thirteen Original Patent Files Stopped Him Cold
“Daniel,” I said through the open window.
“Does Aaron know you’re talking to me?”
“No.”
“Keep it that way until Friday.”
He nodded and walked toward his own car.
I watched him reach for his keys twice before he found them.
At two o’clock I stood in my father’s study with the door shut.
Robert swirled the ice in his glass and watched me work the combination on the wall safe.