Miriam was almost ready to cry now. "Don't you see he's insulting me more than ever!"
Bobo banged the table again. "You treat her with proper respect or I'll fire you!"
"You don't dare fire me," said Jack threateningly.
Miriam caught him up as quick as lightning. "Don't dare fire you! Why not, I'd like to know!" Turning to Bobo: "Has he got something on you? Is that why we've had to put up with his cheek all this while! Oh, I see it all now!"
Jack, while preserving his defiant front, was quivering with laughter inside. The thing was working better than he had dared hope.
"What do you care what he's got on you!" continued Miriam. "Aren't you worth a hundred millions? A millionaire can do anything he wants and get away with it!"
"You're right!" cried Bobo banging the table. "I'm tired of having it thrown up to me. I'm tired of being under the thumb of my own secretary. I can do what I want! I can spend my money the way I want! You're fired, do you hear!"
Miriam smiled an unpleasant smile. Her dearest wish was coming true.
Jack made out to be much taken aback. "You don't dare," he muttered.
"We'll see whether I dare! You pack up your things and get out before night, see? I'll pay you a month's salary to be rid of you!"