They Made Me Sleep in the Garage for Christmas Until the Truth Came Out

phone buzzed against my leg. Townsend was on his third email to Lila requesting a breakfast with “Mrs. CEO” after tomorrow’s board meeting.

Tell him Mrs. CEO is celebrating Christmas in Europe, I typed back. No exceptions.

The meal proceeded in the way these meals always proceeded, with its familiar choreography of compliments directed at Olivia, gentle continue reading …