Well that was no fun. Thought George, determined not to pout as she sunk into her seat. How can I test my lim- wait a second.

"It's George," she said in a clipped and final way that expressed that the matter was not negotiable. She struggled to bring her tone back up, "So I guess you were not quite correct. I'll have a coffee. I've just finished mine." George was the type who required coffee to function, required it to have the patience not to curse people for doing dirty rotten things like smiling too much.

She leaned over onto her New Boss's table and drummed her fingers. She hoped it was annoying. "So... Andrus, Teal Andrus, she read off the nameplate. Can I call you Teal?"

Let the answer be no, let the answer be no.

How George, with her insubordinate tendencies ever got promoted will be forever beyond her. Must be her organized nature. And her scariness.