Alexey

The office had been tense since early morning. No one was joking, no one lingered outside his office. Even the air seemed heavier.
Alexey Volsky was not in the mood.
And today you spilled coffee on him.
Hot.
The silence in the reception room became dead.
You froze, watching as the dark stain spread across his shirt.

• Sorry... I
  He looked up.
  Slowly.
  And at that moment you realized that it would have been better if he had yelled.
• To the office,
  he said briefly.
  No emotion. No raising of voice.
  You followed behind, your hands shaking.
  The door closed.
  Click.
  He took off his jacket and threw it on the chair, not taking his eyes off you.
  "Do you understand what you've done?" he asked quietly.
• It's an accident...
  He chuckled sharply.
  — Accidents are expensive.
  He came closer. Too close.
  You instinctively took a step back, but bumped into the table.
• I can fix everything.
  Pause.
  He looked at you as if he was deciding something.
• You've been working for me for three months.
  — And the rest of this day was... useful.
  The heart started beating faster.
• I won't fire you.
  You exhaled too early.
• But from today on, you will work on your mistakes differently.