OASIS GROUP HEADQUARTERS
Bridget stood at the entrance to Oasis Group Headquarters, glaring at the tall, imposing security officer in front of her.
Her frustration bubbled over as she snapped, “I’m sorry, do you know who I am? You can’t just stand there and deny me entry. How dare you?" she yelled at the man.
The officer, calm and professional, replied, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you’re not allowed in this building. I’m simply following instructions from the top,” he said.
Bridget’s expression darkened. “From the top? That’s funny because, when I used to run this place, people like you wouldn’t dare even look at me, let alone speak to me in such a tone.”
The man held his ground, saying nothing.
Bridget stepped closer, lowering her voice in mock intimidation. “Are you just going to stand
