Chapter 22: CoffeeTreating someone who prepares your food like crap is a sure way to get some extra biological material with it.
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The smell of fresh coffee drifted across the small shop to Scarlett's nose. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Ahh…”
A middle-aged woman in a dark blue suit yanked open the door and shoved her way past. The woman huffed at Scarlett.
Sooorry lady. Pardon me if I haven't had coffee in almost six months. Stupid Neil.
Scarlett walked up and stood behind the businesswoman. The executive's tone was precise and sour. “Look. You better not screw up my order. They screwed up my order yesterday. I want a no-fat, half-caf, soy latte with no foam with sugar-free hazelnut and regular toffee. Don't give me that sugar-free toffee flavor crap, it tastes like
