The sugar substitute cascaded from the paper packet into the espresso. Malik carried an entire box of the stuff in his briefcase and Howard had asked Malik a dozen times in three months if Malik knew what chemicals were in the tiny pouches.
His stock response “Sweet Goodness.”
“Your lease is up on the 31st.”
Howard transferred an ice cube from his water gl…
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