Chapter 33 Richardson's Suspicion

"Shit! You do have a bad taste! Why serve me an iced cold coffee when you know I like it hot and even more, when it's cinnamon dulce", he yelled angrily, his face bleaching as he tossed the straw-cup to a considerable distance from him. "Well, let's say I couldn't do that, knowing fully well that you were surely fuming back in here. Hot coffee alongside an angry boss? That's like throwing fuel into a fire and just waiting for it to blow up!" Richardson pointed out, exaggerating with a flabbergasted look on his face.