BRIANNA

After some minutes, I got to Mr. Adrian’s office, and I knocked on the door for the umpteenth time that day. I heard his deep voice tell me to come in, and I walked inside. I strolled to his desk and dropped the cup of latte in front of him. He stopped what he was doing and lifted his eyebrow in a questioning manner before his eyes drifted to the cup of steaming hot coffee.

He scrunched his nose in disgust before asking, “What the hell is this?”

“Your coffee as you requested, ...