"Black Bread, Black Coffee"?

The door to the room where his team worked opened and closed with a bang. Still feeling the throbbing anger in him, he looked at his subordinates. Ewka immediately looked away from him. Łukasz looked at him curiously, but didn't ask any questions. Kinga, on the other hand, got up and brought him some papers.

"I have already looked at this data and in my opinion we can approve all agreements," she announced in a natural tone. "Can you check to see if everything is okay for you?"

"What, are you not afraid to show me customer data?"

"Why should I be afraid? Last time I checked, you were my boss. Has something changed?"

"Perhaps," he growled.

"Listen, Mikołaj, you can be angry with what you want, but please do your job."

He looked into her face, small, young, pretty and too serious for her young age.

"Sorry," he held out his hand for the papers. "You're right."