The Slap That Ended Everything

used Ethan’s credentials to request a revision to seating for the gala, moving two board members and adding herself to our table.

Not as staff.

As guest.

That made me laugh, actually. Just once. A dry, mean little laugh in an empty kitchen while my soup cooled.

By Thursday afternoon, my attorney, Jean Pruitt, had the final board consents lined up. Ethan continue reading …