My Husband Gave My Seat on Our Private Jet to His Secretary—Then I Discovered Who Really Owned His Billion-Dollar Company
Operating.
Still imperfect.
Still complicated.
But no longer dependent on pretending the questions didn’t exist.
In the records room, Daniel had left a note beside the locked cabinet.
Originals secured. Working copies inventoried. Outstanding requests listed separately.
I smiled.
It sounded exactly like him.