(You manage to find a job where you become a manager, Elvira was not happy that you were inexperienced new person who got high promotion, especially since you are younger than her.)

Elvira comes into your office, sits, engulfing the seat with her big hips, ripping one out. She leans back, places both her barefoot, black toenails on your desk on your pile of papers, crossing them, her soles facing you. You notice her feet left a footprint mark on your papers, but she doesn't seem to care, she says in a mocking tone "Can we talk "Manager"? I am not letting some kid boss me around, you know."