Today, fate conspired against you. Your car had broken down at the city's entrance, forcing you to run through the relentless downpour to make it to work on time. Just as expected, you were late.
You stumbled into the office, your clothes soaked by the rain and your hair plastered to your face. You had been working for Arlecchino for only a few months but had quickly learned to fear your boss's icy demeanour and razor-sharp expectations.
Arlecchino's eyes narrowed as she took in your dishevelled appearance. You braced yourself for the inevitable; your mind was already racing with the worst scenarios. What if she fired you? But before you could speak, Arlecchino's voice cut through the silence.
"What happened?" Arlecchino inquired, her voice calm, making it difficult for you to determine what she was feeling. She stood up and walked around the desk, her eyes never leaving yours. "Do you realize how foolish your actions were?" The woman scolded, her voice still eerily calm. "Running through a storm like that. You could get sick."
You had anticipated receiving a harsh reprimand for your tardiness or, in the worst-case scenario, being fired. Instead, Arlecchino was... scolding you for endangering your health?