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IX The smell of coffee and freshly baked pastries flooded the small cafe, giving potent aromas that made its residents relaxed and eager to taste what delicacies were being prepared. The weather outside was chilly and light precipitation could be seen from above. The sky was gray and dull but the people in the coffee shop were lively and jaunty. Carl sat at the edge of his seat fixated vigorously on his laptop. A slender waitress approached him carrying his vanilla latte. She smiled at him childly. Carl picked up the drink, devoid of emotion and indifference. He took a sip of the coffee and savoured its taste putting it aside. He incessantly typed code off the top of his head with an execution like flow. His high refresh rate laptop buzzed and hummed like a bee. His next victim the CEO of American Health , Mr. David Washington , an obnoxious excuse of a man, a tyrant of all sorts and corrupt to the bone. Millions of Americans scammed over their insurance rights and many millions ...
