My husband had been sleeping with his secretary in the back seat of his car. I discovered her underwear on the floor of the car and instantly realized their affair was far more than I had imagined. I didn’t confront him. I calmly sent the underwear to her husband with one message: “You deserve to know.”

With the criminals behind bars and the embezzled assets successfully repatriated through federal forfeiture cooperation, Crestview Developments underwent a complete rebirth.

I stepped back into the corner office as the sole Chief Executive Officer and Chairperson of the Board.

The first thing I did was invite Andrew to my office.

Andrew walked in without crutches, wearing a modest suit, looking healthy, strong, and at peace. He had successfully divorced Brenda, sold their old apartment, and was rebuilding his career as an independent structural engineer.

“Andrew,” I said, handing him a leather-bound corporate contract.

“What is this, Mrs. Laura?” he asked, adjusting his glasses.

“Crestview is launching the Manuel Vance Memorial Affordable Housing Initiative—a thirty-million-dollar urban renewal project in Columbus,” I smiled. “We need a lead structural integrity inspector who possesses unyielding honesty and technical brilliance. The position is yours, with full equity partnership in the project.”

Andrew looked at the contract, his eyes welling with tears of gratitude.