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William looked up from his computer as Piper walked into his office at exactly 10 AM.
She inhaled the scent of coffee, then sat in one of the chairs across from his desk. “The machine in the reception area hasn’t been used today, yet you have a mug on your desk.”
William picked up a paper bag hidden by his monitor. “Delivery.”
“Ah, well, the machine out there,” she pointed over her shoulder, “makes incredible coffee.”
“I thought you were sticking to herbal tea?”
“I am. This is anecdotal evidence.”
He shifted his gaze to the space behind her, though he couldn’t see the machine from where he sat, then he looked at her. “It seemed… complicated. Delivery isn’t.” In truth, he didn’t want to take the time to figure out the machine.
Piper smiled. “I’ll set the timer to brew so there’s
