Glass

Not again.

Sarah stared down at the broken vase at her feet, an antique belonging to her boss. What were the chanced that it happen to fall just as she walked past, the clumsiest person in the whole office. And this time, for once she hadn't even touched it.

She glanced around; good, no witnesses. And now to get rid of the body.

"It's not too bad" she murmured, collecting the pieces "Maybe if I'm really lucky I can glue it back together and no one will notice"

"I'm no expert on antiques, but I don't think that'll to work."