“Here, try this.”
David set a sweet caramel latte down in front of Eboni.
“Oh, but I said I
didn’t want anything. What is it?” She replied, examining the drink.
“Latte. On me. Enjoy.”
He hurried up the stairs into Jonathan’s office, where two tall men with stern
brows and cranky faces lurked before the desk. All three men abruptly stopped
their conversation at David’s entrance. Wordlessly, he handed Jonathan his
coffee, and turned back towards the door, glancing back at the files on the
desk.
They waited until he
was out before resuming. Nervous, David sipped his own latte and tugged at his
collar. The clock struck nine o’clock and people hurried into the briefing
room. He followed, feeling that he was not going to like what he heard.
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