“Are You the Help?” the CEO’s Wife Asked — By Morning, I Was Calling the Board to Order

models and hiring frameworks from scratch. The woman in the mirror didn’t look like what Gregory liked to call a “visionary founder.” She looked like someone’s exhausted neighbor, the one who brought extra casseroles to block parties and never forgot trash day.

“Are you okay?” Zoey’s voice floated from the hallway. She stood in the doorway in flannel continue reading …