Let her go

You don't have much left, but you spurt it on her face. Her eye make up is a runny mess. You push her off of you.

"Go to your desk and get your purse. Walk slowly to the men's room without covering your face. Wash your face, then stand there and put your make up on. Put twice as much as you normally would. Come back to my office when you are finished."

Doe gets up. She's almost in tears. She leaves.

A half an hour later, she's in your office looking like a hooker who dresses up like a business woman. Her hair is tangled and matted. "I could get fired," she mumbles.

"Did anyone see you in the men's room?"

"Yes, Dave and Larry. They asked what was going on, but I kept my mouth shut."

"Good girl. Finish your work today, but come to my office at 5 pm sharp!"

She lowers her head and leaves.