After a couple of hours—though I wasn't really aware of how much time had passed since I was busy with work—I landed at New York City airport. As soon as I stepped out of my jet, I spotted my secretary holding some documents.
“Sir, do you still wish to go to dinner with Mr. Miller? We can cancel it if you’d prefer—he already mentioned that you might be too tired from the trip.” She spoke as we walked toward the car, where Tony was waiting for us.
“Let’s go there directly,” I instructed them both.
“Tony, drop Mrs. Lee at the bus stop,” I said, then turned to her. “You’re dismissed for today. Good work.”
I offered her an appreciative smile. I knew how hard she had been working, especially while I was away. She’d been with me long enough that I could only imagine how she handled my father
