The Coffee Trader Novels & Stories

Zaneta rolled her eyes. Braylon chuckled while his eyes shredded tears with happiness. He had got everything in his life. Lovely parents, supporting partner and his cute son. What else he needed, "Ma'am, the coffee you ordered," The waiter served the coffee and left. "Have some," Zaneta pushed the coffee towards Braylon. "You still remember my preference," Braylon asked amusingly. "I know... The coffee hater who became a coffee addict over a year ago," Zaneta sarcastically said.

He sleepily said and closed his eyes drifting off to sleep. "We are heading out to get coffee. Get ready." I took off the duvet as I pushed him into the bathroom. We got ready as I said mom that we have project work. She believed it and I hate lying to my mom. We reached the cafe as two people were sipping their coffee. Adam and I ordered our coffee and sat at our usual table. Sometimes we came here to celebrate our team's victory, it is a party. Mary is the owner of this cafe and she is an old woman in her late fifties, but she is close to our boys. This cafe sometimes feels warm and good. "If you want to drink coffee desperately much, why don't you ask Isabella to buy for you. She will be

"Coffee made from powder is nowhere near as good as coffee brewed in the coffee shop. When we have the chance, I'll take you to Bartham for a real taste of their coffee!" "Sure!" Marilyn held the snacks in her hand. She was eager to make a cup of coffee and taste it right away. "Since you even had the mood to buy us gifts, it seems like your trip to Bartham must have been successful!" she teased Larissa, poking her with her elbow. "This has nothing to do with that, right?" Larissa hesitated to tell the truth. The collaboration between Blue Star Shipping and Thompson Medical was not announced officially. Besides, there was a mole in the company.

He proceeded to drink his coffee while Howard handed Jared and Luther the documents. Luther was just about to continue discussing business when Jared unexpectedly said, "The cup of coffee I have doesn't taste very good, Mr. Hover. Can I request a cup of the coffee you're drinking instead?" Luther stared at him in confusion. Jared had clearly never even touched his cup. More importantly, how could he make such an unreasonable request? Samuel slowly looked up, set down his coffee cup, and replied with a smile, "Hover Group always uses the best Blue Mountain No. 1 coffee beans when entertaining guests, Mr. Ford."

Our basis for our course is the thing that we love the most, in that way it would be easier for us to adjust to the new life we are ahead of. Presently, I am on my way to Miró Coffee. Caroline and I's meeting place, also my favorite coffee shop since their coffee is something that really suits my coffee taste. Their coffee beans are something as well, perhaps it is because they have a direct trade relationship with a coffee farm in Nicaruga. Also their menu, they have a variety of coffee filters and espresso. They also serve coffee cocktails and wine for dates. Their interior design catches attention too, minimal and open space, plus their free Wi-Fi. The moment I reach the coffee shop, I im

The coffee made there weirdly reduced his stress. Reading a newspaper, he waited for his order. The beautiful designs which he often sees on the coffee mug disappeared, making his day further dull. The coffee's smell was also different from his usual one. "Where is the design on my coffee?" He scowled like a little boy at the waitress who brought him the beverage. The young girl shivered in her legs at the harsh tone of the CEO. Their tiny cafe on the footpath beside the street was opposite the multinational firm. She may possibly lose her job because ninety percent of their customers came from the Pfizer group of industries.

I can almost forgive him for giving me the cold shoulder these last three weeks. He’s been more than just professional, he’s been downright cold. Taking a deep breath, I walk into the boardroom. I walk around the edge of the table, silently delivering coffee from my tray. Most of the Japanese businessmen visiting today prefer their coffee black and bitter, except for their boss, Mr. Toshi Mitsubara, CFO of Tetsumaru Trading Company. He likes his coffee with lots of sugar and cream. He nods at me approvingly as I set his coffee down silently and walk backward to the corner of the room where my laptop is waiting to run the slides and take notes.

The ladt time, she accompanied me, she ended up drunk. "I want the collection to be perfect, it's good that it is delayed. I have set a date in mind. I will see that through, you do not have to worry." He nodded, scrolling through his tablet. "Then you need to check the coffee warehouse, new shipments have arrived. Later into the week, we have to check the different brands of coffee, our investors would be around. It seens tgat has finally keft us to do the dirty work." I chuckled.

Cruz needed caffeine and he left his office in search of something stronger than what his admin assistant made for him out of the instant coffee machine. “Sir?” “You brought me a coffee yesterday and it was as close to watching them pick the beans and then make me a coffee with it on the side of the road. Where did you get it?” “There is a shop across the street, about five doors down. The couple who owns it are from Brazil, and they import their beans from family they have there. You liked it?” “I loved it.” “I can run and –” “No. I’m going.” “Sir. You have a meeting in an hour.”

There wasn’t a need to make it more bitter with coffee. On the other hand, the second set of memories belonging to Zen Taro argued with his usual preference as a chef. The third young master of the Taro family liked his coffee thick with only one sugar. In fact, there was a particular coffee that the teen enjoyed in-game when he played a coffee-making game. Cold-brew was the new trend, and that coffee contained no sugar.