"Hello Miriam. I believe we need to talk."
I pulled the chair out from under the table and sat down. The cold metal back sent an icy shiver down my spine. She looked intimidating. She was very calm and collected, although her perfectly sculpted eyebrows and her anorexic thin lips coated in a light brown nude lipstick made her look like she could bite you if she really wanted to. She took out a beige folder-- the sucky paper kind without pockets-- from her purse and set it down on the tabletop between us.
"Indeed, boss. I believe we do."