“Pack your things, Genevieve.” I smile sweetly. “You’re fired.” She laughs and shakes her head. “You can’t fire me.” “Oh, but I can, and I just did. In case you forgot, I’m Mrs. Vitale—and I’m done with your bullshit.” “I’m going to take this up with Angelo,” she huffs. “That’s fine. You can take it up with Jesus, too, if you want. It still won’t change the outcome.”
