Lucius was exhausted mentally… and he wasn't even the one drinking.
Was there seriously not a single can in this entire madhouse of a workplace that could get it right?
The taste tests had been going on for over an hour, and every single can so far had failed.
Poor Alexia was the one paying the real price.
She had been forced to drink every single disgusting excuse for a soda before it reached him, and the look on her face after each sip told Lucius everything he needed to know.
Her lips tightened, her brow creased, and her tongue darted out as though desperately trying to scrape off whatever vile aftertaste was left behind.
He almost pitied her.
Almost.
After all, he was suffering too, if only by watching her suffer.
What he was really looking for was one single drink that he could attach his face to.
He wasn't about to let himself be plastered on advertisements for something unworthy.
