Courtesy?

RYAN'S POV

"I don't care about that, I gave you a job and I need you to do the job right. If you make a mistake like that in the future then get ready to stay in hell" I said in a frigid tone before ending the call and chucking my phone in my pocket.

"Those silly incompetent boys " I thought to myself with a frown evident on my face.

My grip on the coffee cup tightened, my fingers whitening from the pressure. A drop of hot coffee spilled over the rim and landed on my hand, causing a stinging sensation. I released my grip on the cup, and found that it had been crushed out of shape.

"Argh fuck!"

With a frustrated sigh, I tossed the mangled coffee cup into the trashcan. Then, I walked over to the counter to get a new one.

"Here's your coffee Mr. Ryan"

A young lady in her early twenties handed me a steaming cup with a smile on her face. I tossed a few dollar bills on the counter and turned away, my expression still grim.

"Keep the change," I said gruffly, as I turned to leave.

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