*

“Tell me itisn’t true?” Cole demanded as he stormed in his office. “What the hell is going on around here? First Lucas, now you.”

Miranda looked up from packing. “I gave him an ultimatum. He called it.”

Cole shook his head. “And you convinced me to stay. Forget it. I can’t stay now.”

Miranda sighed. “You can’t quit. You’re about the only one he’ll listen to. Maybe with me gone and Lucas, he’ll consider your ideas. And you can still make some of the changes on the sly. You did that before. Please stay, Cole. The Knights need you.”

Cole sunk into a chair and rubbed his neck. “He’s imploding, Miranda. He fired his daughter for crissake. His daughter!”

She grinned. “I know. I’m his daughter, remember? And he didn’t fire me. I quit.”

Cole looked up, hope rising. “Do you think he’ll change his mind? Hire you back?”

“You know my father. He’ll never admit he was wrong. No, I’ll have to find a new job.” Reality dawned and she sat heavily in her office chair. “Oh, my God. I have to find a new job. Where do I start?”

Cole chuckled. “You’re just realizing that now? You didn’t think this through, did you?”

She glared at him. “I was trying to help all of you.”

“How did that work out? Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Seriously, what’s next?”

She stood and threw one last picture frame in the box. “Do the best you can. Try to help him, please.”

And she made an exit worthy of her best pageant days.