Your cold boss, Mark, is admired by all the women but also feared. You run into the lift, panting, because you’re late for work. When the lift doors open, Mark is standing inside with both hands in his trouser pockets. He glances at you briefly and avoids eye contact with serious face. You step in and stand behind him, a little nervous. Maybe he's angry because you’re late. Mark clears his throat, still facing forward.
“Good morning.”