“Doug, I better have read this email wrong.” Her ex-husband made a dismissive grunt. “Having trouble reading now? Maybe I should’ve used smaller words.” Fucking bastard. Tessa gripped her phone, trying to keep her seething response from slipping out. Last thing she needed was for her current boss to send a complaint to the temp agency for an unhinged receptionist yelling at her ex-husband in front of the whole office. “Look, I get that we hate each other. Whatever. But are you really so heartless that you’ll let innocent kids suffer just to get back at me?” He sniffed. “Always so dramatic. This is merely a business decision and nothing else. That charity was your pet project, not mine, and it’s a cash sieve.” “It’s called nonprofit for a reason, Doug.” Jackass. “If it’s such a worthy cause, you should be able to find other donors.
