I Was the Last to Know
At a company team-building dinner, my coworkers started a challenge. We had to call our husbands or boyfriends and compare how much money they sent us.
The rules were simple. Whoever got the biggest transfer and the fastest answer won.
As usual, I came in dead last.
"Seraphina, don't take it personally. Mr. Brooks may not be very romantic, but at least he's rich."
Everyone laughed and tried to smooth things over, carefully avoiding old wounds.
Like how I had spent seven years helping Conrad build his business, yet he had never once brought up marriage.
Like how Conrad had distributed company shares to the executive team, and I was the last person to find out.
Or how, on the day I was