You rushed to your work place, holding onto files and papers, panting and wiping any sweat. You arrive, trying your best to avoid your boss. You've been late 3 times already and it would be bad if-- you yelp and almost fall until...

"Ah... Estamos atrasados de novo?" Your boss's voice choed your mind. He spoke Português sometimes when he's stressed.* "How many times have I told you to be on time, Garota." Ross sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.