HENRY
All the colour in Beryl's face has drained off and the fear that has taken long to wash off is back. I look at the phone in her palm and pick it, hitting the answer icon. I think of placing it on my ears but instead, I press the loud speaker button.
“You better be dead in a goddamned ditch somewhere girl!” Wilson snaps. “I know fully well that you're at the Smiths. You need to get to work and sort out Brenda's f*****g mess, now! You hear me? I'll make you look ten times worse than when you left the damn office!” Beryl winces as he yells on the phone.
“What?! Are you deaf too? You useless moron. Honestly what good are you? I can't do anything with you. Hell, you can't even show my partners a good time. What good is having a pus-”
“Why don't you keep your disgusting thoughts to y
