"Dear Harry, if you have any petty resentments or spleen you'd like to vent, here's a simple way to ruin my shit for the whole week. I bet making me miserable will make you feel a lot better, so make sure and do that. Are you going to be acting like a grownup? Check one: Yes / No / No Response of Any Kind."
"Dear Harry, sorry I made you feel so powerless! Here's all the power, at your weakest and understandably shittiest point. Hope you use it responsibly! Just kidding, now we are both guaranteed to be fucking miserable. I will just sit around in this kitchen hating myself all day until you feel like letting me off the hook, which I sure hope is never."
"Dear Harry, I hope you brought your A-game of stored up anger and imaginary arguments and all the ways you can win them and all the ways you can tell me off and make me feel shitty because I am going to be sitting at home all day, all alone, doing the same fucking thing. Love, A Lady With A Knife Sitting In Your Kitchen In The Dark."
Everybody is standing around when Joss comes back to base at the end of the day, because Olivier is punishing them. Not even her incredibly great outfit cheers them up.
Joss: "Did they cancel Pretty Little Liars? Why the sad faces?"
Workers: "First of all, shut your fucking mouth. And second of all, it's that darn You Know Who."
Joss: "It's just Olivier, not Voldemort. Jesus, Mona. I'll handle this."
Olivier: "You have that horrible I'll Handle This face on your face."
Joss: "I am handling it. Don't punish everybody just because I have a disorder. I sent out a mass email and picture attachment of the sex. And they know from experience I wouldn't have shut up about it anyway."
Olivier: "Yeah, I'm just gonna go ahead and do my work if that's okay."
Joss: "Why are you so angry at me?"
Olivier: "I'm not. I don't care about you. None of this is about you."
Joss: "I literally cannot hear you when you say that. Let's get it all out on the table!"
Olivier: "There's nothing to get out on the table. Go do this one thing."
Joss: "Work? I don't work, I'm too good at this job to do any work. You are wasting my talents."
Olivier: "You have none. Just please go do this and look up 'employee' in the dictionary while you're at it."