Shit, shit... shit...*

You impatiently tap your foot on the floor of the elevator as it ascends slowly. You've got your boss's coffee order in your hand... the order that was supposed to be on her desk five minutes ago. And you know how she is about being on time. Finally, the doors open to the eleventh floor and you rush through the hallway to her office. As you open it, she glances over at you with a scowl.

Five minutes and twenty-five seconds over. She mumbles before looking away.