Just then his phone rang.
Kim...my dude.. how are you... finally remembered your best friend Adrian asked.
How could I forget your ass...and don't be dramatic we talked last week... I saw your text... how's the new job..and your uncle... you should really tell Liam, Kim Joong Suk Prince said.
Nah...Liam can't be stressed he is stressed already.
If I was rich I would have helped you out... I only got five minutes to use the phone... and I'm coming back at the end of the month...is my room still available Kim asked.
Yes you bastard it is... you know we family...
So tell me about your boss real quick...is he hot..is he your type....does he have a sister and if he does make sure to get your boy that number alright...
Hell nah...told your ass I'm no longer your wingman...and my boss don't even get me started on him...
What is he a jerk...
Jerk is an understatement...he is worse....Who drinks a coffee that complicated?
What are you talking about...
Man this would probably be something like a single-origin pour-over from beans grown in some obscure region of Ethiopia, ground to a specific fineness, and brewed at exactly 205 degrees Fahrenheit—no more, no less. Then, it would be served in a pre-warmed ceramic cup, not glass, because glass cools too quickly. Trent would take it black, with precisely one and a half teaspoons of organic raw cane sugar stirred in counterclockwise, for exactly ten seconds. And the milk—oh, if there were any milk, it would have to be steamed to 140 degrees, with no foam, just a light, silky texture, and it would have to be oat milk—unsweetened, gluten-free, from a brand I’ve never heard of Adrian said making Kim laugh.
You always were the one with the jokes . Is he that bad Kim asked.
He accepted my coffee after the tenth time...I looked stupid going around making coffee only for it to be rejected. If I didn't know better I would think my boss is a racist... He's white and I'm the black slave Adrian said.
Umm I'm pretty sure that's not true...and you are also half white....
Half white my ass ... my momma is black...so I am black...
Your dad is white... you are white too...dude you don't even look black.. you are Zendaya Coleman black...
I can never get that reference but it's cool he's not a racist I'm just hating.Well this is what I'm up against—a man who probably has the time and money to make coffee a science. And here I am, just trying to get through this day, hoping I can fake it long enough to survive another day. I swear if he keeps being a jerk I won't be able to keep my mouth quiet for long...
Dude.. I know you don't take shit from no one but think about our dad... don't get fired...
You are right man..I love you...
Love you too brother see you soon...Kim said and hang up.
Adrian felt the door close and he froze, someone was in here and heard everything, and may have recorded it.Well if that person snitched it was nice while it lasted and if they tried to use it to blackmail him he wasn't going to allow it. He got out of the stall and went back to Trent's office.
Adrian spent the entire morning working hard, Trent didn't make work easier for him, he sent him on ridiculous errands, made him work a lot on his first day. He was sure his boss was the devil and hated him. It was lunch time and he was still working, he didn't even know he could get so much paper work in day one.
