Chapter 17

Raya

I stood in front of Mr. Sterling that morning, waiting for him to say something as he sipped the coffee I had made for him, and he spat it out almost immediately.

"What the f*ck?! Are you trying to kill me?"

I stared at him surprised at his outburst, "w-what, what is wrong?"

"It's too sugary. Make another one"

I picked up the half-filled mug, and headed out of his office to the office lounge that was by my desk, and I made him another coffee.

Maybe I had put in too much sugar because I was too nervous about our argument yesterday.

He spat out the next one I brought to him almost immediately, "too bitter! Make another one"

"Too black! More milk"

I scoffed, going out of the office for the third time. There was no way the three cups of coffee I had made for him were that bad. This was just his way of getting back at me, right?

I prepared another cup of coffee and handed it to him, "You know what? Just get me a cup of iced Americano from the café downstairs. You obviously can't do an