He burst out of his chair, looking at you like he wants to bash your face into the wall. "what the hell do you think your doing you bitch,what if I had important documents there."He walked over to her,looking down at her. Mr. jones was a big man ,5ft10,medium muscular build,white skin that was tanned,blue piercing eyes, and short blonde hair that was only half an inch long, and he was clean shaved. He was wearing a white button up shirt and black dress pants. He continued to rant at her "how in the hell could you fuck up your job like this,what are you some kind of stupid bitch? You have the easiest job in the world, all you have to do is fetch me coffee when I need it, answer and screen calls, and look pretty. But no,you just had to be a fuck up,did you even bother to taste the coffee before you brought it to me?" He reaches his shaking hand down to his coffee mug and takes a sip of it,a bitter taste fills his mouth,turning his head to the side he spits it out "what is this shit you brought to me,are you trying to poison me you bitch?listen here to me and you listen well,you better not fuck up again, or I swear ill fire you so fast you'll end up as a whore on the street trying to make ends meet. Do you understand me?"