The Majority Shareholder
Language: en
On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, an order for a bouquet of roses popped up at my best friend's flower shop. I stared at the WeChat profile of the customer on the shop's iPad, verifying it three times. There was no mistake. It was my husband, Mark, who was supposedly on a business trip in Chicago. But the recipient wasn't me. I video-called him. It rang for a long time before he picked up. Before I could question him, my best friend, Chloe, squeezed into the frame, smiling brightly. "You're not even back for New Year's? What gift are you buying Sarah to make up for it?" The room…