What Do You Want from Me?

I was in the middle of eating my lunch when Dr. Berger, accompanied by his wife, showed up outside my door.

“Are you happy to see I’ve failed?!” Dr. Berger growled as he entered my office and slammed the door behind him, leaving his wife outside. “She can stay there! She’s already done enough damage!”

“She isn’t the one who brought a bottle of whiskey back into your house, Dr. Berger,” I said flatly.

“How’d you know I brought whiskey into the house?”