After My Divorce, My Ex Laughed Outside Court Then I Called My Dad and Fired Every Relative He Planted in Our Company

shoulders, narrow waist. Hair pulled back. My heels hit the granite in a crisp rhythm that made conversations die out before I even reached the reception desk.

The receptionist looked up and froze.

“Miss Prescott,” she said quickly.

Not Mrs. Miller. Miss Prescott.

Security straightened up. An assistant near the coffee bar lowered her phone. Two analysts continue reading …