The Coffee Trader Novelas e Histórias

Are you really trying to dip into the baby’s formula fund for a coffee? That stung. It had just been a few bucks for an iced latte. My parents were practically worshipping her like a queen just because she was carrying the family’s long-awaited baby boy. [It’s just ten dollars, and I’ve sent it to you.] I suppressed my anger and replied. [Iced latte?] [Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. Since when is that just a drink? Everybody knows it’s the go-to order for clingy couples playing footsie under the table.]

Travis greeted me cheerfully on the other line and for the first time since Chris told me he was cancelling our holiday plans, I smiled for real. “Hey you!” I greeted back. “So, how does a business mogul like Travis Cross spend Christmas Eve? Are you at some VIP Christmas party in Manhattan or some VIP club that only allows entry to the rich and the famous?” It took a while for him to answer. Then he said, “Actually, I’m standing in a snowy street in front of a line of apartments that has a coffee shop on the corner and an old bookshop that only sells travel books.” For a moment, I couldn’t understand what he was saying. And then it occurred to me that Sarah’s apartment has a coffee shop in

Teca Company: Teca Company, a global chain specializing in the transportation and manufacturing of powdered coffee, holds a significant presence in eight powerful countries: Spain, Colombia, the United States of America, Mexico, France, India, China, and Japan. The main branch operates in the United States and is solely owned by the formidable Thalia Sanroman. With a staggering seventy-five percent market share in the global coffee industry, Thalia Sanroman has earned the nickname "Astro," making her one of the most influential and talked-about women worldwide. She oversees the main branch of the business, working closely with thirty-seven dedicated employees.

“Mmm-hmm. However, I find it…interesting that of all the items you could’ve brought from your place in Denver, a coffeepot topped the list.” “Not just a coffeepot, a coffeemaker,” he scoffed. “The premier all-in-one brew system using the French press method. And I only buy free-trade Guatemalan coffee beans which makes the entire coffee experience nearly—” “Orgasmic?” she supplied.

When they made their way through the transparent glass door, a blanket of warm air hit them and the rich aroma of coffee smelled so delectable. Harriet perched down and made herself comfortable on a bulky wooden chair among the quiet customers. Zion made his way to the coffee bar, there at the end of the shop which was made of reclaimed wood, and then made an order. Sitting alone, Harriet looked around the shop. She saw book corner in the left hand side of the shop and the vintage telephones and cassette tapes in the right side. This particular coffee shop is not just a cafe, but it’s a coffee shop literally, perfect for students and employees if they want to release their stress and just r

​Alexander paused right in front of Adrian, sipped his coffee once, and then pushed his free hand into his pocket. ​"You promised to be efficient today, Mr. Cole. What is this?" Alexander asked, gesturing toward the coffee in his hand. ​Adrian gulped, his brows furrowing in confusion. ​What does he mean? He gently pressed his hands around his cup of coffee, channeling his nervousness to his fingers. ​"It's your coffee, sir. Black coffee, no sugar, no cream—strong, bitter, and straightforward, just like you," Adrian blurted out, his voice shaking in the end as he realized what he had said.

He threw his head back and laughed, “I’m kidding, my little mouse. As you know, one of Sonny’s first endeavors after the casinos was to create an airline to transport people to our casinos. It evolved to cargo and we ship the coffee for my friend. The man was a retired DEA agent who felt on the numerous busts where he found nothing but coffee, we got lucky. He started stalking me and the coffee shop hoping to find something and eventually lost his marbles and his job. It really is just coffee we ship.” She made a face knowing she didn’t believe it was only coffee. She’d been too long part of her grandfather’s family to be so innocent. “Where is the staff?” she asked curiously looking around

The door didn't click open; it swung wide with an effortless, arrogant sort of grace. Tristan Wolfe walked in, carrying two cups of artisan coffee and a smile that looked like it had been polished by a professional. "I hope you don’t mind the intrusion," he said, his British lilt smooth and rhythmic. "I’m told the coffee in the *Horizon* breakroom is a crime against humanity. I thought I’d bring an olive branch." I didn't reach for the cup. I sat back, crossing my arms. "The last time someone brought an olive branch into this office, they were trying to buy my silence. What are you trying to buy, Tristan?"

The happiness I felt made my chest swell. “Tracy. Do your lovely customers get a discount today?" Someone asked. There was silence as everyone looked expectantly at me. I smiled knowingly. “You know what?" I said, dropping the towels and clapping my hands. “Why don't we celebrate my owning a coffee company very soon and that means… free orders for today,” Everyone jubilated and began ordering. "I need ten Cappuccinos. Two for each member of my household,” "I need more americanos,” “More cream,"

"By the way, Mr. Baltazar, do you still want to tell me?" he asked politely while Ciel smiled at me. Then I abruptly realize that I still have something to tell him and it's about his coffee. "Oh Yes I still want to tell you something. And this is about your coffee" I said to Ciel who was the reason he approached me and sat next to me at the same time. "Why? Isn't it delicious?" he asked anxiously which was the reason for me to laugh. I saw his face confusedly as he looked at me seriously. "No Ciel, I just wanted to say that I liked the coffee at Tam Yan cafe so I want to tell you that I can be your business partner, and at the same time can you supply coffee to my employees every morning?"