Accuse Her of Doing a Bad Job

You wipe the smile off your face and **** a stern expression to furrow your brow before you approach.

?What is this?!? you exclaim angrily as you run a finger across the wooden back of the nearest couch.

?Oh, monsieur!? Orchid is surprised by the sudden noise and nearly trips over herself. She hurries over to you curtsies and begins apologizing profusely. ?I am so sorry monsieur; I should have thought to begin with the couches so that you could enjoy them.?

?I don?t know if we can tolerate this sort of poor work ethic in this household.?

She lowers her head sadly.

?I hired you to keep this place spotless, and the dust is piling up on every possible surface. I?m afraid we may have to let you go.?

She looks up, tears welling in her eyes.

?Oh, no, monsieur! Please, I will do anything you ask. I will work harder! What can I do to appease you?!? She begs, her hands grabbing the sleeves of the suit jacket you are still wearing.

You look down at her cleavage as she pleads with you not to fire her. Her impressive bosom is lightly powdered with makeup and you can see the bulge of her breasts around the edges of the neckline where they threaten to burst out of the fabric. They jiggle as she tugs at your sleeves.

Perhaps you can reach some sort of agreement that will allow her to keep her job after all, or perhaps she just needs to be taught a little discipline.