You could hear her coming from a mile away.

I grabbed the desk and cast a fearful glance at my co-worker. “She’s coming.”

A few minutes earlier, the phone from front reception beeped at me. “Hello, Sara speaking.”

“Oh, uh, Sara, are you done writing that?” Fuck.

“Yes, it’s finished.” Wait for it.

“Ok well Sara, it’s, um, not what you were explaining to me. A potential lawsuit is on our hands…” That rasping voice – If only telephone cords could be reached through… “Wait, I’m coming back to talk to you both.”

I grinned sheepishly at my ‘real’ boss. We heard the tornado storming up the hall.

The next few minutes filled themselves with silent vows of revenge and vivid images of throat-slitting.

“Did you put the x-ray in? I don’t think I even read that in there,” and in between the lines Penelope’s ridiculous eyebrows humped her forehead. She was thinking, You are going to fucking kiss my ass.

I was tempted to ask if she was literate.
But I’ll save that for when she’s fired and I get her job.