Her blouse

Reaching across the desk was too much for her blouse, which split under her arm and down the side.

"Oh, no!" Sandry groaned, feeling at the damage with her other hand.

"It's okay, I've got this." Robyn smiled, clicking the stapler.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, just hold still." Sandry held her arm up and Robyn tugged the white cotton closed where it had ripped, stapling the hole shut. "All done." She said after a minute. Sandry felt the side of her blouse, and found it just about held closed.

"Thanks." She said, relieved.

"No problem." Robyn replied. "Now, please hand me that result sheet?"

"Sure." Sandry reached for it.

RIP!

"Oh, what now?" She groaned.