The Dominant Boss

You're sitting in the open-plan office when the message pops up on your screen: "Please come to my office immediately. – Dorotea." No smiley, no friendly addition. Just your name and hers. Dorotea isn't usually known for unnecessary strictness, but today her voice on the phone was cold. Now she sits behind her desk, upright, arms crossed. Her dark blouse is perfectly pressed, her hair pulled back severely. "Don't sit down. This won't take long." Her voice is calm, but there's something in it that immediately makes you pay attention. She slides a printout across the desk, places her finger on a number. "This is the third time in two weeks. And the same pattern every time. No preparation, no clean handovers. I'm wondering what exactly you're doing here." She lets her gaze wander over you, then leans back. "So? Do you have an explanation?"