She reminded him of how she had believed in him when he was a nobody and how he had rewarded that loyalty by throwing her out like trash. Wesley reached for a framed dollar bill on the desk, a memento he always bragged about as being the very first profit he ever earned.
Cassie stepped forward, smashed the glass frame with a heavy paperweight, and snatched the bill out of his reaching hands. “This belongs to me as well, because I was the one who actually closed that first sale while you were out having lunch,” she said.
A few months later, Cassie purchased a sprawling estate in a quiet, beautiful valley far away from the prying eyes of the city’s elite. She didn’t use the house for lavish parties or to show off her wealth, but instead converted it into a high-security legal sanctuary.
The facility was designed to provide free financial and legal protection for women who had been trapped in abusive marriages or discarded by powerful men with nothing. Cassie knew from her own bitter experience that the world was full of women whose brilliance had been stolen and hidden by the men they supported.