No More Worsts
CALYX
I put my hand to my forehead, sighing disappointedly for the second time this morning. I look up again at my secretary who is the source and reason for my disappointment standing in front of me with her head dropped low, sniffling and shaking like a drenched puppy which only makes my irritation grow. If she thinks playing in that sympathetic way is going to make me pardon this mistake, then she is so wrong. Sitting on my desk is the fourth mistake that she has made in the five days she's been working with me for. A cup of coffee that she made for me.
This mistake is less serious than the one she made on her third day when she mixed up my schedule and caused me to almost lose an important meeting if I hadn't remembered about it myself.
