She reached into her sleek leather bag and pulled out a clean white envelope, placing it on the table between us.
“My firm just acquired three major commercial properties in downtown Hamilton County,” Clara said smoothly. “We need a local Operations Manager—someone who understands logistics, someone who manages resources with precision, and, above all, someone with integrity. The starting salary is twice what your husband makes, and the position is yours if you want it.”
I stared at the envelope. For years, Greg had subtly made me feel like my contributions were minor, like I was dependent on his grand career. Yet here was a self-made woman offering me a life-changing career, purely based on the character and skill I had shown when I thought no one was watching.
“I take it,” I said, my voice firmer than it had been in a decade. “I take it.”
PART 5
When I returned to the Carmel house that evening, the dynamic had completely broken down.
