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Coffee over Terrorists [Fiction]

"Not yet."

The prime minister stopped, his eyes wide open. "We are not taking any action against terrorists? The threat to the national security..."

"Not until my coffee is made to the specifications. I passed the bill, yet even my minions cannot uphold it."

The man looked with disgust to the cup on the table, still half full of dark brown liquid.

"Your coffee?" The voice of the prime minister sounded confused.

"Coffee is an important part of my life. Anything else?" His voice was dismissive, waving him away.

"But..." One glare and the prime minister nodded and walked away.