My Husband Gave My Seat on Our Private Jet to His Secretary—Then I Discovered Who Really Owned His Billion-Dollar Company
Then I remembered the jet.
The way she’d watched Aaron order me toward row five.
How easily she’d described my discomfort as discourtesy.
Margaret valued the appearance of authority.
I wondered whether that same instinct influenced her financial decisions.
We met at the estate.
Robert sat beside the kitchen table.
Daniel brought the relevant records.