The Night I Spilled Coffee on My Boss's Report

I work the night shift at this big office building in downtown. The place is usually empty except for a few of us who keep things running after everyone else goes home. One night, as usual, I was making my rounds through the quiet hallways with my cup of hot coffee, trying to stay awake. And then it happened, my hand slipped and the whole cup splattered over this giant stack of important-looking papers on Mr. Thompson's desk. He’s our main boss who rarely comes in at night but when he does, we all freak out a little. I tried to clean up as much as I could with napkins and wet wipes from the break room, but there was no way it didn’t leave marks or soak through. My heart sank when I heard his footsteps approaching, there was just no good excuse for spilling coffee on work documents. And I had been so careful too! This has me second-guessing everything now every time I reach for my coffee cup.