in the chair I had occupied during every major board meeting for seven years.
She wore a cream suit, diamond earrings, and the quiet smile of a woman convinced she had already won. Grant’s favorite coffee mug rested beside her hand, a faint red lipstick mark staining the rim.
My husband’s mother, Evelyn, stood near the windows with her arms crossed.
“Grant has been extremely generous,” she said. “Most women would be grateful.”
Most women had not built a four-billion-dollar medical technology company beside the man now paying them to
