Greg had more sense in his little finger than Nelson had altogether. He handed in his resignation without a second's hesitation.
"I didn't drive today. Give me a ride?"
He took my box and followed me out.
Virginia came chasing after us, and the second she saw Greg at my side her voice cut across the lobby.
"Oh, would you look at that—I always said those two had something going on."
"Tracey gets the boot and Manager Lambert goes scurrying right out the door after her. Real subtle."
"Manager Lambert, aren't you worried your wife will find out?"
Greg stormed back toward her, glaring down at Virginia, looking ready to swing.
"One more word out of you and I swear I'll shut that mouth myself."
Virginia stepped closer, daring him. "Go ahead. Hit me."
"Good riddance to both of you. I'll have President Fox hand purchasing over to me—and I'll show him exactly who knows how to keep clients in line."
I caught Greg's raised fist and pulled it down, stepping in front of him.
Then I turned to Virginia with a cool smile.
"Go ahead. Let's see exactly how talented you are at keeping clients."
When I walked through the door, both my parents were home.