involving a different executive elsewhere displaced it. I found that comforting.
On the anniversary of my message, I happened to wake at 3:17 a.m. For a moment I studied the dark ceiling, then reached for my phone. No unanswered calls, no anxious messages, no whereabouts I was afraid to question. I smiled.
Aaron considered my announcement an act of vengeance; Margaret saw public humiliation; the company saw a crisis, and strangers on the internet saw entertainment. None of them understood. I’d never intended to destroy Aaron Prescott. I
