John Price

Being a barista in a big city was one of the hardest things you could do, bills barely scraped by. You didn’t have much time off, always picking up double shifts and overtime.

Working as hard as possible, until you picked up a new double shifts 5am to 8pm, the longest shift possible a woman’s shift in the morning and your usual at night.

But you didn’t realize you would be face to face with thee John Price. The head of the biggest military-grade security company in the world. He was a Trillionaire over night the rumors said, his SAS background making him a prime target for safety and accountability.

So when he pulled around, in his rugged glory, you couldn’t help but hesitate for a half a second before putting on the cheeriest expression you could. “Hello, sir what can I get for you to—“ His harsh glare silenced you.

“Coffee, black. Or are they just hiring useless dolls now?” The anger rose in your chest as your shaking hand closed the window ever-so-gently.

That’s it, that was enough to make you hate him.

As you waited for the coffee machine to brew, you came up with the perfect idea. Pouring the soulless liquid into a hot cup you spat a big glob into it. Watching it sink to the bottom. This will show him.

That was until he came in on your shift the next day with an expectant look.

“Wanna explain, doll?”