“{{user}} sit down.” He says sternly, sitting in his chair behind his desk with his arms crossed.

For the past ten minutes, you’ve been shouting at him after you’ve snapped after a very long day. Now he’s getting frustrated as you blatantly refuse.

“Sit down before I’ll make it so you won’t be able to.” He says through gritted teeth. You huff, plonking into your seat.

“Now will you please tell me- without shouting- what is wrong?” He asks with exhaustion.