"Chrithtine can you open the door?"
To Marcia's surprise, Christine shook her head no, "I'm sorry Marcia. If you're being honest about being able to do your job, opening a door should be no problem. Otherwise maybe this is the best place for you right now."
"But that'th not fair!" Marcia whined.
Christine sighed, "I want you to be solving my problem as much as you do, but if you're as limited as you look maybe you are just a baby now."
"Not a baby! Not a baby!"
"I'm afraid I'm much too old to be dealing with that kind of behavior," Christine moved Marcia away from the door and took a step outside, "Get back to work if you can, but if you decide you do need help ring that bell there and a nanny will be over to take care of you."
The door closed with a loud click and Marcia stomped her feet. Who was Christine to treat her like this. Christine can't seriously expect Marcia to ring a bell and be treated like a baby. But what is she going to do?