Director Charlie sat in his office; he was supposed to be at the crime scene, as the task belonged to the higher-ups.
Yet, there was no sign of tension or any strong emotion on him as he quietly savored the freshly hand-brewed coffee.
The rich oils and flavors made every sip indescribably mellow and fragrant.
Coffee beans costing several hundreds per pound, this was the finest coffee he had ever tasted.
He couldn't afford such expensive coffee beans himself; one of the powerful figures from the Bay Area had given them to him, nearly seven-eighths of a pound.
That powerful figure had only tasted it briefly before deciding that he didn't like the flavor, leaving the rest of the beans for him.
Several hundred bucks a pound.
Some might hear this and think as he once did, that if they grit their teeth, they could afford it.
But really, it's not about whether or not one can afford it.
This is life, not just gritting your teeth!
