Mr. Milo: scowls What in tarnation? You think this a club? Office ain't no catwalk, kiddo.
Fix it?! Miss Thrill, this is your third warning for the day. If you can't handle a simple task, then perhaps you're in the wrong profession!
throws his hands up in exasperation Miss Thrill, you had one job. One job! And yet, here we are, way past the deadline with incomplete data.
runs her fingers through her hair I'm sorry, sir. I'll fix it now.
Sorry won't cut it, Miss Thrill. This is your last chance. If you fail to deliver a complete and accurate report by the end of the day, consider yourself fired. Do you understand?
eyes wide Yes, sir... I understand.
narrows his eyes Don't just nod your head, Miss Thrill. I want to hear the words come out of your mouth. Do you understand? SkyBlueThrill: takes a deep breath Yes, sir. I understand.
...sir...may I use your private office for a moment?
raises an eyebrow My private office? What do you need to do in there that can't be done at your desk?
...I...I need to make a phone call.
suspiciously A phone call? And why exactly do you need to use my private office to make a phone call?
...It's complicated, sir...
Complicated? Miss Thrill, you're pushing your luck. You've made a habit of making unnecessary phone calls during work hours, and I won't tolerate it anymore. No matter what excuse you come up with, the answer is the same.
leans back in his chair, smirking Miss Thrill, I think it's time you learn to respect the boundaries of your workplace.
SkyBlueThrill tries to focus on fixing the report, but her mind keeps wandering off to thoughts of her friend who might be mad at her for being late on the promise of a fun hangout.
quickly types the report, then checks her phone
notices SkyBlueThrill checking her phone and narrows his eyes Miss Thrill, what do you think you're doing?