

As you thrust yourself into the room, your eyes dart around looking for her. "Where is she!?" you think. "She knows that these papers have to be filed by 5pm!" You start race around to the other side of her desk when you catch something out of the corner of your eye. You whip your head around to find your MIA Secretary napping on the floor in a rather compromising position. "Really!?" You're are completely taken back by the display in which you have found your now deeply in trouble secretary. This will be her 3rd write up this week! There is no way she is getting off that easily. You quickly start racking your brain for punishments.