Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Just now at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the little boss who brought me had a fight with me again, and he was pulling and pulling for three meanings:

I am a teacher, you must listen to me, and my arrangements have my reasons.

I'm in charge of primer synthesis and reagent review in this lab. If you still want to mess around here, you have to listen to me.

If you don't want to talk about the group meeting, you go to the big boss here to ask for leave. If you don't want to work hard, I will go to your mentor and complain.

It was the first time I was threatened blatantly, I took a week off to adjust my mind