*The Next Morning at Empire Tech Tower, 9:00 AM*
The atmosphere outside the president's office was so tense this morning that anyone passing by could hardly breathe. The young secretary stood trembling, startled by the loud crash from behind the large door, which was then violently flung open.
"What kind of crazy coffee is this! Throw it all away!"
Alan stormed out with a frown, holding an expensive cup of black coffee. The aroma of the premium Arabica beans he once adored now reeked of burnt bitterness, making him feel nauseous, causing his stomach acid to rise up to his throat.
"B-but, sir, you drink this blend every morning," the secretary timidly protested, confused.
"It stinks today! Didn't you hear me say it stinks!" Alan snapped, raising a thick hand to cover his nose with a lo
