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Once dead, they are nothing but bones, nothing remains. “You’re here to talk about Jake?” Chris asked. The room was filled with the rich aroma of coffee. Ashley remembered that Chris usually preferred tea and rarely drank coffee—what was different today? Noticing Ashley’s puzzled gaze, Chris lifted his cup. “I’ve been staying up late these past few days. Coffee helps me stay alert. Jessica likes coffee, so I tried it too. The beans are from her office.” Ashley was rendered speechless. Chris had clearly gone to great lengths to control his caffeine intake.

he seemed to want to force me to quit, which made me feel completely angry. I went back to my office and called Solange again. I explained to her what had happened. She was silent for a second and then sighed. "Alpha Bennett likes his coffee dark, unsweetened, and with little milk." She again explained the process to me in an annoyed tone. As soon as I hung up the call, I tried making the coffee again. This time I added the exact amount of coffee Solange had mentioned, hoping that idiot wouldn't dump it on me again.

Then I go down to get my morning dose of coffee. As I arrived at the cafe, I meet Shelia along with Cassie. They were waiting in line to get some coffee. I tap Cassie's shoulder and greet them, "What's up girls, good morning. Don't forget to prepare yourself for the meeting after this. By the way, what coffee are y'all getting? " "Of course boss, we're all ready and prepared. Oh, I'm getting a cold brew while Cassie is getting a cafe late. How about you boss?" Shelia answered me. "hmmm... I'm feeling out for something cold and bitter so probably an iced americano." I replied.

"Boss please can you tell me the type of coffee you like? Please I don't know which one to buy for you." “As l thought to myself how l got into this mess in the first place “

Cameron Matthews:- "Where is my damn coffee?" I yelled in anger when I didn't see my coffee placed on my desk after I entered my office. My assistant knows very well that I need coffee first thing I come to the office and it really pisses me off when it's not here.

But the next second he spit it out and started coughing. " Yuck..." it was the worst coffee he had ever had. " What happened sir? You okay?" Bella asked and by the innocent look she was giving him, Ashton knew she had done that purposely. " Yeah I am fine. It was just too sweet for me." but in actual it was bitter. She hadn't added sugar in coffee at all. " Sweet?" Bella frowned. " yeah..... You don't believe me. Come, taste it." now it was time for Ashton to smirk as she neared and all colour from her face drained as he forwarded the cup of coffee to her.

Ashley blushed a little and then said : "what kind of coffee Sir ?" "What do you suggest to me ?", Rafael asked, while looking at Ashley intensely in the eyes. "Well, all of our coffee are delicious but for you, I think a black coffee would suit you the best", Ashley ansered him and smiled. "Alright then I'll take a black coffee", Rafael replied. "Right away Sir. Do you want to drink it here ?", Ashley said. "I'll drink it here", Rafael told her. "Do want something else with your black coffee ?", Ashley asked.

Cass strolled into Vance Street Roasters with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she wanted—and exactly how to get it. The bell above the door chimed, letting in the scent of freshly ground coffee, dark chocolate, and ambition. She scanned the room once, her gaze snagging on a tall man in a tailored charcoal suit, seated by the window. He was reading something on his phone, his other hand curled around a coffee mug like it was an old friend.

“If it includes coffee, then I will eat breakfast.” “Are you some caffeine junky?” “Caffeine is an Ava junky.” “You did not just say the worst fucked up line ever.” “It is really not as bad as yours.” “Did you listen to yourself?” “Yes, and is quite fucked up, hey.” “I am glad to see that I'm starting to rub off on you.” “You are doing a lot more than rubbing.” “A lot more like what?” “It's too much to mention.” “You think you clever now.” “I am clever and hot.”

“Not some romance prodigy.” I carried my purse into the kitchen, where Ash was perched on a barstool, sipping coffee. Actual coffee. I froze, blinking at her. “Black coffee? Seriously? What’s going on with you?” Ash raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I’ve never seen you drink anything that isn’t wine, vodka, or some mix of the two.” She smirked, swirling the coffee in her mug. “Even I need a caffeine fix every now and then.”