Things happened in the Britt Group.
Beverly was dressed like an office lady, walking into the hall with her head held high. The receptionist was new here, and had never seen Beverly before. She stopped Beverly and asked, "Excuse me, may I ask who you are looking for? Do you have an appointment?"
Beverly looked at her badge and said, "Linda, right? You're fired."
"Why?" The receptionist was dumbfounded.
"I'm Mr. Britt's wife. You can call me Mrs. Britt, or Ms. Beverly. Anyway. None of these matters." Beverly put on her sunglasses, "Because you are fired."
