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

of my usual work-from-home attire, she blinked herself more awake.

“You’re dressed like a CEO,” she said.

“Accurate observation,” I replied. “Toast?”

She climbed onto a stool at the island, pulling her knees to her chest. “Are you going to fire him?”

“Maybe,” I said honestly. “That depends on how the next few hours go.”

“Good,” she said quietly. Then: “He continue reading …