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“Maybe it’s someone else’s order and he picked it up by mistake.”
“Are you sure you remember the code right?”
“I managed the Starbucks on Rodeo fucking Drive for three years, of course I’m sure. PWM4SFVSFH. A soy peppermint white chocolate mocha with four espresso shots and sugar-free vanilla syrup, extra foam, extra hot.”
Admiral Cain takes a deep sip of his coffee, completely oblivious to the whispering of his mind-boggled staff. His doctor wouldn’t approve, but what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. Besides, he’d dare anyone to put up with Maverick Mitchell and not reach for their vices.