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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 24 of 307 straight face, and if you want to walk out that door and stop working with me I'll pay you three hundred right now, and we can call it quits, but you people make me want to puke." I sipped the coffee. He'd shown me an achilles heel. "So, you were a policeman." "Are you walking?" "No. You're entitled to your opinions. You don't know anything about me." He smiled. "I would know everything, but you've been damn clever. All I can find out about you is what other people throw up on the Internet. You've obviously never written your own name down on a website." "Learned it when I was ten. Rule number 1. Never write your own name down on a website." "Good for you. The world is filled with sheep who don't know anything about keeping themselves safe." "Amen, brother." I smiled and took a nice long hit on his french roast. It was actually really good. I glanced over and looked at his red and gold can. "Madagliodoro. Nice. It's the most full bodied stuff you can bring home from the store around here." "Oh, and I suppose this is what you drink at home?" He smirked. |