My Farewell To A Wicked Wife

anded. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I could wipe it clean in minutes. I could delete

rd drive. I made sure the progress bar was visible on the screen.

e: "Following the

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three times be

rieked, all pretense of the

I replied calmly. "Removing compa

are!" she yelled.

idn't understand the technical side of the business. She didn't know what was valuable and what wasn't. She

n charge. He gave me a direct order. I'm

ng again, trying to sound reasonable. "Okay, okay, you

o her after I left. They must have warned her

feigning surprise. "Mar

eave the laptop alone. You don't need to come back to the office. Take

ransfer. Twenty thousand dollars. It was a pat

wanted, and then smooth things over with a little money and a few sweet words in

ftening, trying to sound like the wife I used to know. "We'

a that in seven days, there wou