*resists the urge to pump a fist in the air (yesssss!), though she is already picking out her dress and shoes and bag for that evening (and reminding herself that water and gingerale are perfectly acceptable substitutes for wine, especially when one is on a date with her fucking hot gay bosses)*
Did you end up issuing the ultimatum?
Yep! *perches on the edge of her desk and picks up the latest little vase of flowers, fingering the delicate lavender blooms* I put another ad in, oh, a few days ago. Haven't heard anything back, but I basically said that this damsel is running out of tower floors on which to pace. Or something like that. Danielle helped me write it.