Wasted Years, Each Weathering the Storm Alone

The eighth year of standing by Lambert Barnes day and night while we built the company, and I found a torn-open box of strawberry-flavored ultra-thin 001s on his desk. The funny part was that we'd been legally married less than a week. The next second, Lambert Barnes and his assistant Denise Henson pushed the door open. When he saw the pink box in my hand, panic flickered in Lambert Barnes's eyes for a second. "Since you've already seen it, I'll just say it straight."