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Over the past fifteen years, I had given John Miller, my driver, nine raises. He'd always been hardworking and never messed up. But that day, he suddenly handed in his resignation, and I personally drove him to the station. Before he left, he looked at me as if wanting to say something. "Mrs. Gates, there's something under the seat you should take a look at." I checked under the seat and found a stack of photos along with some hotel check-in records. In the photos, my husband, Vance Gates, and his secretary, Vivian White, had their fingers intertwined, smiling sweetly. On the back of the last photo was John's handwriting: [Mrs. Gates, you've treated me like family. I can't let that kindness go unpaid. [Everything I've collected over the years is on the USB drive. It's enough for you to walk away clean in the divorce case.] Then I realized that John wasn't really quitting. He was afraid Vance would find out and drag me down, making me lose my last ace.