My Husband’s Secretary Kicked Me Out of the Elevator Because She Thought I Was an Intern. I Was About to Tell Her I Was the New CEO… Until I Saw What She Was Wearing on Her Wrist.

We drank tea.

Teresa talked about a hospital corridor in 1974.

Camila talked about a childhood in Lisbon and then Miami, always one relative short of a story.

I talked as little as possible.

They did not need a CEO.

They needed a room that did not belong to Alexander.