"What the hell, John?" Marilyn protested. She was frustrated that an entire week of her work had been sent arbitrarily down the drain.

"My office, Marilyn." John began walking away from Marilyn and her neighboring co-workers found reasons not to look at John walking to his office or a flustered Marilyn preparing to follow him.

As she entered, he ordered her to close the door and sit down. She complied and now nervously awaited why she had been summoned.

"Marilyn, I realize you are undergoing a lot of stress right now. The problem is that it is starting to impact on your work. It didn't take me thirty seconds to...