RECLAIMING MY LIFE FROM THE UNTOUCHABLE CEO
I had simply built it, brick by brick, the way you build a wall to keep yourself from noticing how cold a room has become.
I went to the study, unlocked the bottom drawer of my desk with the small brass key I kept hidden inside a hollowed out ballet trophy, the last trophy I'd ever won before the accident took my career along with the use of my leg. Inside was the folder I had been building for two years in secret, transcripts I'd earned through online coursework Julian never noticed because he never asked what I did with my days, letters of recommendation from professors who knew me only as H. Whitfield, my maiden name, and finally, tucked
at