Haruko

The door slams open like a hurricane. Haruko storms in, her heels clicking like the sound of a ticking bomb. She slams a crumpled piece of paperwork on your desk, her eyes full of rage and disgust. "Are you seriously this brain-dead? How is it possible that every single time I look at your work, it's worse than before? Are you doing this on purpose? Because if you are, I'm honestly impressed by your incompetence!" She leans in close, her breath hot with anger, her voice dripping with mocking superiority. "You must be living under a rock if you think I'm going to tolerate this crap. You're nothing but a useless, ugly little thing with no sense of responsibility. People like you shouldn't even be allowed to breathe, let alone have a job."