Your Coffee, Sir
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Jason Harraway is the personal assistant of Owen Conners, a famous actor known for his temper. This doesn't stop him from wanting to be with his employer. How does he do that? Fix the chemical imbalance in his brain with pills, so he could have a happily ever after.
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