grander existence: larger houses, exclusive events, prestigious gatherings, and people who recognized my husband’s name before learning mine. In trying to inhabit that world, I’d forgotten what remained outside it: my waterfront home, investments, parents, law education, friendships, independent judgment, and voice. None had suddenly appeared after the separation. They’d been there all along, waiting for me to reclaim them.
Prescott Global outlasted our scandal. Naturally it did; corporations are larger than individual marriages. Someone told me the Slack announcement became workplace legend for a time, before a new scandal
