Shawn Bellamy hadn’t been with the company long but had already worn a path from his desk to the kitchen. That’s how many times they asked him to make coffee.
He was a master now too. Knew the correct brew times, water temperatures, types of beans.
Given a task, the man went all out.
Which is why he graduated first in his class. Which is also why he was given this plum assignment: undercover at a sleazy brokerage house.
Now he needed to gather evidence and expose these money launderers. He was an FBI agent afterall, not a fucking barista.
The Weekday One Hundred 