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I shrug and head out of the room in search of java The little coffee bar built into the side of the hallway is a welco with both powder and liquid creamers This should make most java drinkers happy Maybe Sloan is picky

Since I drink my brew black, I simply pour some into an eco-friendly coffee cup and slide the cardboard sleeve up from the bottom, then head back to the suite When I return, Sloan has nore” While I stepped out, she opened the ee with its zipped attachment has already been delivered The address she created for me is one with a Reservoir doned me?

“Satan’s asshole?” I glare her way “Really?”

“If the sphincter fits…”

“Aren’t you clever?”

She doesn’t reply, and that’s fine She’s trying to needle et it But that means she cares

Nothing else matters to me

I get down to brass tacks, opening the files and scanning their in, I reach forjava and take an absent sip

I ale all over my new computer screen “What the hell is that?”

Sloan not only shs “Like I said, tar and battery acid”

“That’s a compliment,” I choke out “This stuff…”

It’s truly the worst crap I’ve ever tasted

She rises and crosses the roo the back wall, then pulls out a bottle of water and sets it on the table beside me “Don’t say I’m not nice”

Gratefully, I twist the cap off and gulp down half the cold liquid “I would never say that I think you’re a And this is way better Thanks”

“Buttering me up won’t work”