BASH

"Trinity, you will not resign," I say in a forbidding tone.

"I just did, Mr. Hughes." She walks away toward her office adjacent to mine.

I stride to follow her, grabbing her arm. "You are not fired, Trinity. I am not accepting your resignation. Technically, I am still your boss, and you will do as I say."

She pulls her arm from my grasp, glaring at me. "I am not working for you anymore. Technically, I'm working for your Dad. So expect my resignation on your desk ...