“Penelope,” I began. Her multi-colored hair whipped over her shoulder as she turned back to me. “What?” “You’re fired.” She gaped at me, her sparkly lipstick only adding to the fish-like effect. “You can’t fire me.” “This my business?” I asked. “Yes, but—” “Even if it wasn’t, I’d have a case for harassment—both the sexual and the good, old-fashioned bitch kind. I probably could’ve kept on taking that brand of bullshit, but if you think you can make my wife, the woman I love more than air, feel uncomfortable in my presence, then respectfully…get fucked. And get your ass out of my shop.”
