Jamie Morgan dashed through the busy city streets, struggling to hold on to the half a dozen cups of coffee in his hands. Why had he agreed to get the coffee order for the office, again? It was the third day in the row that the young admin assistant had been picked to take the coffee run, even though it wasn’t his turn. It should have been Sheila or Derrick out here, vainly attempting to keep the hot liquid from spilling out of the plastic lid. Next time he will definitely tell the boss that someone else should get coffee. Definitely… maybe… The poor lad let out a sigh as he knew that deep down, he wouldn’t speak out. As his father had always told him, he didn’t have the balls to stand up for himself. Jamie was so engrossed in his self-pity that he didn’t look where he was going, leading him to collide into a tall figure in shiny black. “What is the meaning of this.” Jamie heard after falling to the ground. The voice was harsh and hinted immediately threat to his personal safety,