"I'm here I'm here I'm here!" Serena cried. She busted into the office with her left arm shielding the rumbling cup holder. She hammered one of its crisp white cups onto Cassandra's desk " Hot venti white mocha, ten pumps sugar, two pumps white mocha."

Her boss stared at the cup in cold silence "Two pumps?"

"Y-Ye-Yep" Serena stammered. Her face dropped, and she felt the woman's heated gaze.

"I said ten!"

"I-I'm sorry I didn't think you were ser-"

"I like it thick!" Cassandra cried, cutting Serena's squeak short. In one fell swoop the horrified mocha leapt through the window. It careened of the towers glass curvature and quietly splattered beneath an ornamental plant. The plant waved somberly. "Hm," Her boss grumbled "it only would have made things worse. Go get me a cup of Tea!"

Serena broke from her terrified shiver to streak out of the office.

Scurrying down the hall with her red face hidden in her arms, she never saw the hard boot that tripped her. The carton escaped her flailing arms. A heavy desk flew toward her at mach speed. The choice was clear. Serena caught the careening cardboard and let her slim gut absorb the hardwood impact. The air left her stomach. Bright sparkles cluttered her vision. Blinded, She swallowed dusty office air. It wasn’t at all filling, and left her gasping for more.

“Ooh?” The desks inhabitant cooed “A little birdie brought me a cutie and a coffee”

A blue sleeved arm freed the cup Serena had just given everything to save. It belonged to Harper, their firms office administrator. Serena started to make out the soft orange highlights in the latina’s brunette hair as the dazzles faded from her eyes. Her own hands found the counters rigid corners. Serena grunted and lifted herself over the destroyed table. Pens, pencils and torn paper fragments cascaded from the blonde’s wavy ruffled locks.

The Latina let her Argentinian accent flow freely. “The boss is still in a bad mood?” she said, before drinking deeply from her coworkers morning elixir.

“I don’t know what to do,” Serena whispered, breathless “She keeps getting worse!”

“Maybe you should ask around the Office and surprise her with something nice”

“Can’t you just tell me?” The blond groaned

“No!” The administrator said “Because then you wouldn’t get to know the office, newbie”

They hid their faces as an office door slammed against the wall.

“Black Tea, Serena! Now!” Cassandra howled from her office door.