When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.
Spencer would become an executive adviser, compensated at a salary greater than the amount I paid myself.
There were conditions about access to bank accounts and authority to approve contracts.
No board had approved these terms.
I had never discussed them with a lawyer.
I turned the pages slowly.
A clause described the proposed transfer as a voluntary contribution made to support our shared family interests.
The phrase made my throat tighten.
Spencer and Gertrude had been using that language for months.