Four lines of prose about: the boss.
Lots of tomatoes harvested today. It be that time of year.
Sharon walked down the hall, head held high, confidence oozing from every pore. She was going to do it, at long last - demand the raise everyone knew she deserved.
She pushed open the door to her boss's office and stumbled to a halt.
"Sorry Sharon," her boss's assistant said from where she was kneeling behind his desk, "the big guy is out for repairs - you'll have to come back tomorrow... assuming the parts get here in time."