I Worked Until 9 P.M. While Six Adults Waited for Me to Cook—Then My Unemployed Husband Sla:pped Me, So I Snapped Their 3 Credit Cards in Half and Said, “Now Feed Yourselves”

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PART 6
Exactly a year after Grant struck me, I found myself working late again.

The coincidence nearly made me laugh.

At 9:46 p.m., our temperature-monitoring system reported a problem with a refrigerated shipment traveling toward Richmond.

My team redirected the truck, arranged assistance from a backup warehouse, and avoided a loss totaling six figures.

I finally closed my laptop at 10:18.

Tessa glanced over her computer monitor.

“You know normal people leave work before bedtime, right?”

I smiled.

“Working on it.”

She grabbed her coat.