Second Question

Mr Francis was feeling pleased with himself. These questions were actually nothing to do with the job, but he had been thinking of trying to find a position here in his office for her. He would enjoy that, having her around all day, doing his filing and bringing him cups of coffee. Maybe he could persuade her to wear a tight, low cut top and lean over the desk whilst taking notes. Then he could stare at her tits while she takes his dictation.

'Very good,' he said. 'Second question: While working in an office you accidentally spill a hot drink over your manager's lap. He tells you not to worry about it, but you feel bad. What do you do?'