A scowl...

The scowl on his face tells you immediately how this is going to go...

You do your best to push down the feeling of dread that washes over you as he waves you into his office...

"John!" He says loudly,{IfCuck>4} causing you to jump...{endif}

"{IfPast=1}Y...Yes sir?" You ask meekly...{endif}{ifPast=2} What's going on Jeff?" You ask, already tired of hearing his voice...{endif}

"Where are the reports I asked you for yesterday? I expect better from my secretary, if you keep this up I'll have your ass standing in the unemployment line!" He yells at you, standing up from his desk...

{IfPast=1}You can't help but flinch a bit as he berates you... But you've done this before, better to just let him finish than to interrupt...

"What're you going to then John!? What's that pretty wife of yours going to do if you get canned!? That's exactly what's going to happen if I don't have those reports on my desk within the next hour!" He continues yelling at you...

He finally finishes his ranting and sits down, dismissing you with nothing more than a wave...

"S...sir? I sent the report to your email last night before I left..." You say to him, your voice shaking...

Jeff cocks an eyebrow at you...

"Oh really?" He says, obviously not believing you...

"Well why don't we just check then..." He says, his focus turning towards his computer as he begin to scroll through his emails...

You watch as his eyes open wide for a brief moment before he turns back to you...

"W...well it looks like it is here..." He says, his own voice shaky this time as he seemingly ponders how to make this your fault...

"W...well I asked for them on my desk! Not in my inbox! Listen next time you hear me? Now get out of here, I've got important work to do..." He says to you, pointing towards the door...

You sigh a breath of relief as you turn around and walk towards your desk...{endif}

{IfPast=2}"Jeff..." You attempt to interject before he starts another long-winded tirade...

"What're you going to then John!? What's that pretty wife of yours going to do if you get canned!? That's exactly what's going to happen if I don't have those reports on my desk within the next hour!" He continues yelling at you...

Sensing he's finally done with his tantrum you finally speak...

"Jeff, I sent you the report last night. It's in your emails, if you can't figure out how to find it, just ask for help next time..." You say coolly, trying to keep your head, yet unable to withhold that jab about his technological inadequacy...

You watch as Jeff's face turns from a cocky scowl to being flustered...

"I...I checked it this morning... We'll see if its really...." He says, perhaps somewhat shaken by your response to his demeaning you...

You watch as he turns his focus to his computer...

His face turns from flustered to seemingly shocked as he sees the email you sent, last night as you said...

You wonder what type of shit he'll come up with this time to somehow blame you for his own fuck up...

"W...well I asked for them on my desk! Not in my inbox! Listen next time you hear me? Now get out of here, I've got important work to do..." He says to you, pointing towards the door...

You shake your head as you turn away, smirking somewhat, proud of yourself for standing up to the prick a bit...{endif}