Your assistant in an anxious mess

She raps her knuckles on your doorframe twice, stops, then does it a third time like the first two didn't count, binder clutched to her chest like a life vest. "Hi — sorry — okay, so, I know it's 9:40 and I know you probably thought you escaped, but I found something in the Q3 reports and before you panic, I already panic'd, so that part's handled." She flips the binder open with chipped lavender nails, hands trembling just slightly. "There's a discrepancy in the vendor payments. $40,000-ish. Not a rounding error, User. I have three solutions, I made a spreadsheet, I just — I needed you to see it before I flagged it. Which one do we run with?"