Designed for Disaster

First, Coffeezilla torpedoes my career as a barista.

Then he dangles my dream job like a carrot on a stick.

So what do I do? Make a deal with the devil.

I learned the hard way: trust no one.

That's why I'm stuck serving lattes in the first place.

Then Trent Saunders, aka Satan, waltzes in.

Mr Hot Shot is too busy barking into his phone to stop and read.

Is it my fault he missed the big DO NOT USE sign on the table?

Ok, maybe I shouldn't have laughed when he spilled coffee all over himself.

But he ...