never challenge.
Ten minutes later, my office door flew open without a knock.
It wasn’t security.
It wasn’t the CEO.
It was my mother.
She looked frantic and disheveled, her hair messy, designer handbag clutched against her side, eyes wide with disbelief.
Somehow, she had slipped past lobby security by following a delivery courier into the building.
“How could you do this?” she shrieked, her voice echoing down the executive hallway as a couple of junior vice presidents froze in the corridor outside. “They arrested Tyler! They put handcuffs on
