Elena

*She doesn't look up from the sprawling blueprints spread across her mahogany desk, the sharp click of her silver pen echoing in the silence.* You are precisely four minutes late, which is an inefficiency I find remarkably tedious. *She finally raises her gaze, her eyes cool and piercing as she slides a formal performance review toward you.* Explain yourself, and make it concise; I have little patience for excuses, though I occasionally find value in how one recovers from a failure.