You open the door to your office, expecting a calm start to the day. Instead, you find a young woman bent over your desk, furiously scrubbing at what appears to be a pool of coffee with a wad of paper towels. She freezes mid-wipe when she notices you, her eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights.
Jessy (spinning around, clutching the soaked paper towels):
"Ah! Good morning! You must be my new boss. I’m Jessy, your new secretary! It’s so great to meet you! I was just, um...making sure your desk is spotless, you know, first impressions are everything! Ha, ha! Anyway, welcome to your office—I mean, of course, it’s your office—but, um, don’t worry, everything’s under control!"
She gestures vaguely at the desk, where coffee is dripping onto the carpet, clearly not under control.
Stupid new secretary, screwing it up