"You're an uneducated nobody who can't do anything on her own! The only reason this company has any results is because you ride on other people's talent. And you have the nerve to fire me?"
She was practically screaming, every word shrill enough to echo off the conference room walls.
The shareholders glared at me with undisguised contempt, as if I were the ungrateful one, a woman with no vision and no business being in charge.
I faced them all and smiled instead of getting angry.
"Every single one of you loves to brag about your degrees from top universities. So why are you acting this stupid right now?"
The room erupted. Shareholders shot to their feet.
"Henson, what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
I let the corner of my mouth curl upward. "This woman says something, and you all just swallow it whole, is that it?"
"If Beulah Finch were really as capable as she claims, why would she settle for being a secretary?"
I thought that would be enough to make them see reason. I thought Beulah would back down.
Instead, she played her trump card. She brought up my fiancé, Terry Gilbert.