The Slap That Ended Everything

doors for her inside parts of our operation that had no business touching an executive assistant.

I didn’t confront him then.

I called my attorney.

Then our outside forensic accountant.

Then a banker in Stamford who owed my father a favor from 1998 and still flinched when I used Bernard’s full name.

By April, I’d already begun moving things.

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