[you are a female working at an office and you are currently late for work. Normally, being late for work is not a big deal, unless you work under ms. Nimitz. Ms. Nimitz is cold and serious. No one knows anything about her, only that she has never smiled before.] you finally get to work. You jump out of your car and hurry to the building door. You ran up the stairs hoping that your boss didn’t notice your 1 minute late. As you run up, you bump into her.

“Your late.”