Charlotte turned to him, her eyes locked on his. "So, this is how you appoint the manager of your shop?" she asked, her voice laced with subtle accusation.
The manager's eyes widened, realizing her boss was standing before her, and that Charlotte's phone call had summoned him to the scene. The atmosphere in the shop shifted, with the balance of power now tilting in Charlotte's favor.
"Fire her, cousin. She's not suitable for this job." Charlotte said bluntly. The manager, terrified, fell to her knees. "Please don't fire me... I beg of you, please..." she pleaded. Charlotte remained silent. The boss, Charlotte's cousin, looked at the scene, and sighed. "Collect your things and leave." he said firmly. The manager continued to beg, "Boss, please... don't...." but her words fell on deaf ears. A security guard then arrived to escort her out.
"So, why did you suddenly come to the shop?" Charlotte's cousin asked, curiosity etched on his face.
