"Director Sterling, here's your coffee." Cynthia, the young secretary, entered the office and dropped the coffee as usual. She had just been about to leave when the man slammed the cup of coffee down and said with distaste in his voice,
"Bland. Make another one."
Cynthia was a bit taken aback. She had been making his coffee for a very long time and she had never gotten it wrong, but she didn't think too much of it. She knew Director Sterling was a picky man. Maybe her hand had slipped and she'd added more or less sugar than she was supposed to.
Cynthia remade his coffee more perfectly this time and returned to the office. Not long after, the cup was slammed onto the table again.
"Too cold. Another."
