"Ms. Delgado." My voice shook so badly it barely sounded like my own. "You can fire me. You can dock my pay."
"But when you went bankrupt and tried to jump off that building, I was the one who pulled you back."
"You knelt before the Patron Saint and swore a sacred oath that you would care for my grandmother like your own. You can't do this!"
At the words "sacred oath," the corner of Beverly's eye twitched.
But instead of stopping Dean, she took a disgusted step backward and nestled into his arms.
"Vincent, don't blame me for being heartless. Dean did the right thing."
"You're too stubborn for your own good. If I don't teach you a bloody lesson, how am I supposed to run this company?"
"You believe so much in the gods? Then why don't you pray for your precious Patron Saint to come down and save that old woman?"
"If you don't sign, we pull the plug. This is all your doing. You have no one to blame but yourself."
As she spoke, she walked behind her desk and fished out a small, delicate Incense Altar from beneath one of the decorative pieces.
She rummaged through the ash with a look of revulsion and pulled out the Half Oracle Cup.