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  Perhaps the rush from the meetings on the company had already gotten the best of her once the empath absorbed all the nervousness, the anxiety and the dismay since she first stepped through the double doors of the marketing agency that morning, but Yoonji was sure as hell that the street machine wasn’t helping! It seemed to be mocking her senseless already. It had already been the third time the electronic kept her money without delivering her the caffeinated drink in the last five minutes.
  The brunette let out a heavy sigh as she blew a strand of chocolate colored hair away from her face as she bed forward, curling her delicate fingers into fists before strike it against the machine, quickly repeating the movements again and again making sure to get a few inches between a whack and the other, just in case there was a childish hidden way to get the little thief to return her money or the drink, whatever came out first.
