"This isn't about you firing me anymore. The truth is, this company doesn't even need you."
She sauntered over to Terry's side, a thin, poisonous smile spreading across her face.
"Mr. Gilbert, I think it's time you made a choice."
Terry looked at me. Slowly, his expression shifted into something eager, almost excited.
The moment I saw what was unfolding before me, everything clicked into place.
Terry's appearance was no coincidence. He wanted to replace me and take over the company.
He just hadn't found the right opportunity before now.
My conflict with Beulah had played right into his hands, giving him the excuse he'd been waiting for.
"Olive, I've discussed this with the shareholders. The way things stand, you're no longer fit to remain at this company."
I watched him in silence. I didn't respond.
"Your vision and your horizons are limited to this. You simply don't have the capability to take us to the top. And frankly, neither does your background.
"If this company is going to grow, you need to leave."
My hands curled into fists at my sides.
"Because my education isn't as impressive as yours?"
"Exactly."
Terry's answer came without a shred of hesitation.