The VIP seat of the coffee shop

I used to be the owner of a coffee shop on the eastern side of Taipei, and then I was fired.

In order to develop new products, I once went to Colombia half a world away to pick raw beans in the mountains frequented by guerrillas, and flew to the Yokohama industrial zone in Japan for a suitable coffee grinder to find a prototype machine that was still being designed. what's more, I once spent all my savings in order to grind a unique cup of coffee, thanks to the top three coffee makers in the country. But all this doesn't seem to bring a new turn for the better in my dying coffee shop business.

My coffee beans are getting better and better, but fewer and fewer customers can only rely on meagre profits, and my ideal is finally buried in the bubble of reality.

Although the number of shoppers in the store is small, I have long noticed the middle-aged woman ​​ who is used to leaning against the window. She reports almost every day, and I always warmly entertain her newly developed products. She always smiles and returns her experience with short and pertinent words. We don't talk to each other much, but we become bosom friends. She spent most of her time quietly reading or meditating, with a good face, graceful and graceful manner, better than the average lady and socialite, and looked as beautiful as a picture when she was still. Several times I impulsively wanted to draw a picture of her sipping coffee, but I was not a painter but a coffee enthusiast.

The shop owner, who was too addicted to the research and development of new products, finally could not resist serious financial losses, so he had to put up a transfer notice and buy a plane ticket to Thailand so that his tired heart could take a long holiday.

In anticipation of the fate of my life, on the plane, I was sitting next to the eternal coffee goddess in my mind. I was surprised to run into her on the plane, and she was surprised that I decided to transfer the coffee shop, but it was still the same, we didn't talk much about each other, and the topic of conversation was always "coffee".

A month later, the shop was bought at a high price. Fortunately, I was retained from my original position, but the chairman became the general manager. Without financial pressure, I finally relaxed my mood, and the business of the small shop gradually improved, while the old customer, my coffee goddess, still reported almost every day, and I specially reserved the VIP seat for her permanently, because she had become my new boss.

My friend kindly reminded me that she was the mistress of a well-known entrepreneur and gangster brother, so that she had such financial resources to take over my coffee shop. But I don't care who she is, because we already have a common lover, which is always filled with the fragrant aroma of coffee.

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