The Coffee Trader Novels & Stories

But now, as an outlet for her hurt, she wanted to break Joel's rule. There's nothing wrong with drinking coffee, right? Clarice turned her body around. "Who are you?" The man took off his glasses, revealing the greenish color of his eyeballs. "I'm Tristan Penn, CEO of iBook."

The way I didn’t have to measure every word against something that had already happened. No past, no weight and no Adrien. Yet my thoughts still circled back. I pushed that down immediately. “You still haven’t told me what you do,” I said, shifting the focus slightly, because I wasn’t about to let him sit too comfortably inside my thoughts. “I’m a trader ,” he said, guiding me through another turn, his movements smooth, controlled. “But if you want details, I deal with export logistics across southern territories, mostly high-value goods. Textiles, rare materials, some specialized manufacturing contracts.”

"Besides, they'll have two gorgeous grandsons. It's their business if they don't accept Troy and his brother." "When you say things like this..." Eds paused, sighing. "Right. I shouldn't be charming," he muttered, grinning. "I really can't help it." "Let's move on to safer topics," Eds suggested. Sinjin chuckled. "Okay. Have you decided on what you want? Do you need the interior decorator's number?" "Yes. Also, do you have connections with those people who sell coffee?" she asked. "Coffee?" he replied, surprised. "Yes, I know a company in Colombia that exports quality coffee. Why?"

None of them were like their parents. “Magda, I am having dinner with my mom later this afternoon. There is a coffee shop about a block from the shopping center you are at. They have the best coffee in the state. It’s a shop where they support fair trade coffee and do partnerships with impoverished countries to support women in industry. It’s my mother’s favorite coffee shop and I often come here to get her coffee before I get to her place. I am here now actually. Occasionally, I like to get out of the office and away from the constant parade of people coming to my door and since I was going to Mama’s I stopped here to work for a bit. If you’re willing and feeling a bit brave,” he teased, “t

They went straight into the makeshift loft and sat across from Takuya and his grandson, looking perfectly at ease. "Welcome," Takuya said. With a warm smile, Takuya poured two steaming cups of coffee. "Try this Colombian Gold coffee. Please, enjoy!" Alexander lifted the cup and downed the coffee in one swift motion. Setting the cup down, he said calmly, "Now that we've had our coffee, let's get to the point."

“ Here's your order “ I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at uncle Jaffer, who handed me the tray of two coffee’s and one masala tea. He smiled, making his wrinkles popping out from the corner of his eyes. Uncle Jaffer is the owner of this canteen, who has been leading the canteen contract since the time this college was established. He seems to be fifty plus, bladeless and with a pouty belly. He may not socialise much but the way he passes a gentle and warm smile to students while serving, can melt one’s heart. “ Thanks Uncle “ I said , returning the smile, and took the tray as I turned around only to find Zakera and Shravan impatiently waiting for me, umm correction waiting for their r

"Marcus said you went to the coffee place." Elijah raised an eyebrow. "He said not to tell you." "He tells me everything. Eventually." A pause. "The single origin." "It's very good." "I know." He turned his phone face-down in the way he did when he'd decided something was done. "They get the beans from a farm in Oaxaca. The owner went there himself, three years ago. He was a derivatives trader before." Elijah looked at him. "How do you know that?" "He told me." Something shifted. "I go there sometimes. In the mornings."

Adina then served them some coffee. Trent smelled the coffee and expressed disdain toward it. “Is this instant coffee? Ms. Daugherty, can’t you make some good coffee?” Adina spread her arms helplessly. “I'm still putting my studio together, so I don’t have the funds to buy a coffee maker yet. Please bear with me, Mr. Sunderland.” “Are you really that poor?” Trent scoffed. “I’ll ask someone to deliver you a coffee maker later. Just accept it as my donation.”

Frank raised his eyebrows. “Maine doesn’t drink coffee and Art of Coffee happens to be one of the coffee shops that doesn’t do tea.” Tarz smirked as if it was a no brainer and continued “This is why I offered to go personally when Jayden asked me to send someone to do a makeover for Mr Adalase.” “Naturally, I knew you’ve met your rival as I know the two of you attended the gala by the domestic violence group.” Tarz shrugged indifferently as he took a sip and slouched back sloppily.

I shook my head. "No way. I can't go that deep. I just stick to a few shades that suit me." Tina replied, "Exactly. But Trey loves coffee so much that he’s studied every type of bean on the market. He even knows which beans go with which kind of coffee pot, what level of heat to use. Honestly, it’s impressive." Miles: "???" Me: "!!!" Trey: "..." It was quiet for a while before Miles finally muttered, "Tina, the example you gave... it just proves Trey has way too much free time."