The Coffee Trader Novels & Stories

“Oh, you are here. Cristofer, I’ve been looking for you for a long time. I bought you a cup of coffee. Would you like to have a taste?” After sipping the coffee, Cristofer asked, “Blue Mountain Coffee?” “I know you like drinking Blue Mountain Coffee the most, so I bought the coffee nearby and brought them with you so you can drink the coffee that one. Since there is no coffee machine here, the coffee may not taste as good as that I made for you before. If you don’t like it, I’ll make you some coffee again when we get home.” Cristofer nodded. “Thank you.” “Oh, Miss Hudson. I forgot that you are also here. Sorry. I only bought one cup of coffee,” Gretchen smiled gently.

"Where is this from? Did you stop by a coffeeshop on the way here?" "Something like that. I made my morning rounds, and I helped out at our flagship coffeeshop. That cup you have there was truly made by you." "Oh, so you're not just a businessman and a chef. You're a barista, too." "A good businessman wears all kinds of hats." He smiled at me when we came to a brief stop at an intersection. "We're launching a new line of products but still emphasizing the luxury coffee experience. Taste good?" "Very."

I asked unsure if I heard him right. “Black, no cream.” I accepted the card and opened the car, the soft warm breeze washed over the cold air from the car air conditioner. The coffee shop looked sophisticated as the door parted open, I stepped inside and took in the interior, it was dark and had too many complex designs if you asked me. I walked up to the counter where a barista was waiting to attend to me with a warm smile. “You’re here for Mr. Greene’s coffee.” The mans name tag read Peter, he was blonde with bright blue eyes and clean shaved face.

He was also one of the participants in the meeting later, you could say he was Rama's official assistant as arch editor, he took care of all the things that Rama couldn't handle, so, of course, Dominic came. I prepared sixteen-pack grains of specialty coffee for this coffee machine, already being in a pack... then I remembered, two people asked for a double shot! So I took another one. Preparing the coffee, so I can carry it all on one tray! I couldn't hold my hand, so I asked one of my friends ... hehe... to bring the coffee in a tray, it's better, there's less back and forth, if somebody helped, at least I go back and forth twice. We brought the tray into the meeting room, and sure enough.

Trust Xavier wouldn't let her down with his sharp words and counter attack. MR Xavier Rodrigo, the amazing businessman with excellent coffee knowledge, welcomed home my beloved. Oh, how she enjoyed teasing him the most annoying lines. Xavier wasn't surprised to find out that Ariel already knew who made the coffee every day. He was just surprised to see that she found it out so quickly. Wow, so quickly you found out. He dropped his briefcase and went straight to where she was seated on the bed. You are smart, maybe not so smart, but okay. I made the coffee, so what? Do not feel too special?

"You're going back to write your column?" I nodded. "Yup." His voice lowered. "Can your health take the pressure of the work?" I took out my keys to unlock my door. "Sure, I can, now that no one is making me look for a scorebook late in the middle of the night." Sam did not laugh, but stood quietly at the side. Tristan stared at him and suddenly said, "She can't have too much coffee because of her weak stomach" All Sam did was look at the label on the cup and say, "That's why this coffee is decaf, and has no sugar and warm milk."

Drew teased me as he tried to erase the creases in my forehead. “And what does sharing my thoughts with you have anything to do with me growing old fast?” I retorted. He just arrived when I decided to take a break and have a cup of tea. He said he came from his shop and wanted me to try his new creation: Choco Coffee Treats. I have yet to get the exact recipe but, by just listening to its name, I assume it's grounded roasted coffee beans mixed in with chocolate. And I must say, it is good on my palette.

After all, we have a more pressing matter to discuss. “What do you mean decent coffee!!? They don’t serve grounded and roasted coffee. Their coffee is simply instant coffee!! They just added some condensed milk and...MILK!” I could feel the driver looking at me through the rearview mirror as my voice rose. “They have great internet because no one comes to their place because they have no sweets or decent coffee!” To be honest, even I was surprised that the store hasn’t shut down yet. My guess is that it is because it’s close to a kindergarten school where the teachers could easily purchase their coffee from them.

Hadley grinned, remembering that Kingsley loved coffee too. Since he was young, he had been a collector of fine coffees, obtaining many through auctions and getting others as presents. "Grandpa's warehouse is full of expensive coffees," she remarked. “The business with Cohen needs to be successful. It's nothing to give him a little. Grandpa told me to be kind in order to win people over.” "Boss, I'll give him a few more days," Dion retorted. “Next week, I'll put up a coffee display for him."