The girl stood there looking like a complete madwoman, her features twisted into something truly ugly.
"No, I am not going to get fired!" she screamed, her shrill voice vibrating off the thick display glass. "If I am going down today, then someone else is going down right alongside me!"
A murderous glint burned in her eyes, making it clear she wanted to tear down everyone standing in the room. The manager simply shook her head in slow, quiet disappointment, her posture relaxed as if she were watching a bad play unfold.
"Whenever you are quite finished throwing your little tantrum, just get out," the manager instructed, her tone dropping into a firm, unyielding register.
The receptionist refused to budge. Suddenly, she moved like a striking snake, reaching out and clamping her hand onto
