"Let me spell it out for you. Other than the chairman himself, Mr. Sanchez's word is law at Henson Sterling!"
Cindy sauntered up and stopped right in front of me, triumph written all over her face. "Debbie Henson, you're fired."
"Security! Get this woman out of here!"
I turned to my assistant. "Recruitment was your responsibility, wasn't it?"
The assistant lowered her head, sweat beading at her temples. "Mr. Sanchez took over the hiring process after that."
I pointed at Cindy and her little crew. "Fire every last one of them. Bring in replacements."
"Who do you think you are?" Acne Boy sneered. "We're under Miss Pruitt's protection. You don't have the authority to—"
"Oh no. HR just notified me I've been terminated."
"Me too!"
Acne Boy stared at his final paycheck notification, wailing. "Miss Pruitt, what's going on? How did I get fired?"
Cindy had received her own termination notice. Brendan arrived at that exact moment, and she threw herself into her performance, tears streaming down her face like rain on cherry blossoms. "Brendan, I got fired!"
Without bothering to hear a single explanation, Brendan tore into me. "Debbie, do you have to go after Cindy at every turn?"