“You rang, Sir?”

“Indeed I did Sampson. Sit down.” Sampson promptly took a seat in the polished wooden chair that stood in front of the chairman’s enormous desk. It was covered in papers all of the time but Sampson had no idea what they were for. He presumed that he was a very busy man. “Do you know why I called you in here Sampson?”

“It’s not entirely obvious no, Sir.”

“It’s this tea.” The chairman handed Sampson his favourite green mug. It was freezing cold. Upon further inspection, the tea inside the mug was completely frozen. “Do you know what’s wrong with it?”

“It’s frozen, Sir?”

“Precisely. This is not how tea should be. Do you know how it should be Sampson?”

“Drinkable, Sir?”

“It should smell like a warm hug from your mother when you were a child. It should feel like a job well done as it warms up your hands. It should massage the back of your throat as it slides down with every sip.” There was a short silence. “It should be a liquid.”

“I’ll do my best to rectify the problem, Sir.”

“Bravo.”