Sarah stormed out of Christine's office, her anger and frustration boiling over. As soon as she was back in her own office, she slammed her fist on the table.

"Oh my God, Sage is going to kill me," she muttered to herself, her mind racing with thoughts of failure and consequences. "Why didn't she drink the coffee? This is so annoying. How else am I supposed to kill this...this...imbecile?"

Sarah paced back and forth in her office, her anger and frustration building with each passing moment. She was starting to feel desperate, like she was running out of options.

And then, a new idea crept into her mind. Maybe she...