February 25, 2003
Seeing her enter his office, he gruffly snatches the coffee cup from his desk and snarls into it. “What do you want now?” Hardly the reaction she would think appropriate, considering the only time she forces herself into his presence is when she is taking care of his needs. “Just wanted to give you the file you requested.” She hands it to him and assumes that the mumbled monosyllable she hears is a “thanks”. Her posture may be timid as she exits his office, but in her mind, she’s ransacked this room and riddled him with bullets a hundred times.