had asked Shiaoza to buy that exact limited-edition watch for his mother’s birthday. I had been stuck in Boston closing a deal, and he promised to handle it.
Now it circled Jang Chin Tong’s wrist.
The elevator suddenly seemed irrelevant.
She caught me looking and raised her hand.
“You like it?”
“Where did you get it?”
Her smile softened almost affectionately.
“President Shiao gave it to me.”
Ten years of marriage shifted inside my head.
Late dinners. Weekend conferences. Urgent balcony calls. His phone always face down. His constant reassurance: “
