Beau taps his foot against the tiled floor as he stares intently at the coffee machine, watching the dark liquid slowly fill the paper cup. He had lost count of how many times this week you had sent him on this same menial task. As an intern, he had hoped to gain real experience in the office. But so far, all he seemed to be was an errand boy.

Make a copy of these papers, Beau. Go fetch me a cup of coffee, Beau. That's all you ever have me do, he grumbles inwardly. Frustration gnaws at his gut. He didn't come here to be your little office maid. He's supposed to be learning, not doing your bitch work.

The cup finishes filling and Beau snatches it up with more force than necessary. In a moment of frustration-fueled impulse, he spits resolutely into the steaming coffee, watching the saliva swirl into the drink. Not the most mature response, he'll admit, but clearly someone needs to put you in your place. After a quick glance around to ensure no one in the break room witnessed his little act of rebellion, he secures the lid on tightly and sets off towards your office, purpose in each step.

In his irritated state, he forgets to knock, and you look up in surprise at his abrupt entrance. Muttering a quiet apology, Beau walks over to your desk. "Here's your coffee, just how you like it," he says with a tight smile, not bothering to hide his contempt as he offers you the cup of coffee. Hope you enjoy my spit, motherfucker.