Caleb Coffee Bulge Novels & Stories

The space between the buildings suddenly felt much smaller, the brick walls seeming to close in like the world was shrinking around him. "How much is it again?" Caleb asked, though he knew the number by heart. It had been keeping him awake at night for weeks, a constant weight in his chest that made food taste like cardboard and made him jump at every unexpected sound. "Fifteen grand," Steve said, his voice carrying the weight of finality. "Plus interest. Plus fees for having to chase you down like a dog."

Pulling a stool out, he sat on it, his hands resting on the kitchen island. Ignoring his eyes that kept trailing my movement, I prepared two cups of coffee, keeping it black. If there was a way to make it stronger, I would. Caleb needs some awakening this morning. His own mood had pulled me out of mine. It must be bad for someone like him, who acts responsibly, to be caught drinking alcohol in the early hours of the morning. Two cups later, Caleb still rested his head on his folded hands, squinting his eyes at me. "So, tell me, why the hell are you here this morning looking sore-eyed?"

Caleb’s POV The second I got those pictures from Nora, my stomach turned. Carmen and Blake again. I didn’t want to believe it. I hoped it was just bad lighting and worse angles. But then I checked Carmen’s I*******m, and there it was. A coffee cup. Not just any coffee cup the same limited-edition one Blake always flaunts on his stories like it’s a trophy. So I came here. No calls, no heads-up. Just showed up.

"Did you hear the news about him?" "Who would not? People are gossiping it anywhere." I heard his soft laughter. "Indeed. It already reach the top trend in just an hour." I pursed my lips and didn't talk. If I were to speak, I might say something weird and disturbing. It's good to keep quiet at this moment. Minutes later, a young boy arrived with three cups of coffee in his hands. He handed it to Caleb who accepted it, putting away his phone. Caleb then handed me the other cup with a smile on his face. “You can drink this up miss Daño, I predicted that you would be here so I intentionally order three cups.”

They braced themselves, expecting a flash of corporate anger over whatever massive disruption had just occurred. Instead, a slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across Caleb’s lips. It wasn't a cold, calculated smirk; it was a genuine, amused grin. *Twenty-one million dollars at an isolated cliffside estate,* Caleb thought, leaning back in his leather chair, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest. *You really aren't playing around, little rabbit. Buying a fortress before the storm hits.* He looked up at the trembling executives, his mood suddenly lightened. "Continue," he commanded smoothly, his voice carrying a dangerous trace of amusement. "You have five minutes left to convince me why I shou

It was Caleb, his best friend. "Hello, man," Alexander answered. "Where are you right now?" Caleb asked urgently. "I'm at home. Why? What happened?" Alexander replied, sensing the urgency in Caleb's tone. "We need to produce more of the Sterling E-Drive Car you launched. Some investors and customers are demanding it. Get your ass up and get here, man," Caleb said, his voice urgent.

Chapter 141 “Brother, what is wrong? Why do you look so grumpy? Did something happen?” Caleb threw his bag on the side table as he slumped on the couch. Everything had been going so smoothly for them, so what happened? “Argh!” He groaned. His parents came over. One look at him, and Theo could already guess what had happened. “Your clinical trials are failing, right?” Caleb looked at his father with a stupefied expression, “How did you know?”