Chapter 2 Coffee Maker

In the grand mansion of billionaire Edward, the scent of an expensive cigar wafted through the air as he sat at his mahogany desk. He took a puff and called out, "Sophie, could you bring me some coffee?" But there was only silence.

Edward frowned and remembered that Sophie was no longer here. Their marriage contract had expired, and she had left him a week ago. He felt a strange emptiness in the large house that once echoed with her laughter. He missed the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor and the way she would hum while making coffee.

He noticed Sophie's fingerprints on the clear white button and hesitated. He didn't want to touch it, afraid that he would erase the memory of her. He decided to not make coffee today.

He stared at the fingerprints, as if they were a part of his own. He remembered the way Sophie would hum while making coffee, her fingers wrapped around the mug. He missed the sound of her voice and the way she would smile at him over the rim of her cup.

Edward sighed and turned away from the coffee maker. He couldn't bring himself to erase those fingerprints. They were a reminder of the happy times he had shared with Sophie, and he knew that he would always cherish them. He walked back to his desk and stared out the window, lost in thought.

Edward didn't like having servants or maids in the house. He didn't trust people easily. He preferred to do things himself. He called one of his subordinates and asked for a new coffee maker.

As he waited for the new coffee maker to arrive, Edward stared at the old one. He had never taken a picture with Sophie before, but for some reason, he felt like her fingerprints on the button were a memory. He wondered why he was feeling this way now. He was the one who controlled everything, but there was something strange in his heart.

Edward heard the doorbell ring and walked to the front door. His subordinate handed him the new coffee maker, and Edward thanked him. He walked back to the kitchen and placed the new coffee maker on the counter. He looked at the old one again and hesitated for a moment before putting it in the trash.

As he poured himself a cup of coffee, Edward couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing.

"What is happening to me?" whispered Edward who did not understand his own thoughts at the moment.

Edward sat down at his desk and took a sip of his coffee. He stared out the window, lost in thought. He sighed and took another sip of his coffee, the bitterness matching his mood.

**

Edward's phone buzzed on the polished mahogany desk, interrupting his focus on the financial reports in front of him. He glanced at the screen and saw Amy's name flashing. He hadn't heard from her in a while, so he quickly answered the call.

"Hey Amy, how are you?" Edward asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

"Edward, have you finally come to your senses and divorced that smelly sheep, Sophie?" Amy's voice was sharp and accusatory.

Edward felt a twinge of annoyance at Amy's words. He had always known that she didn't like Sophie, but he never understood why. "Yes, Amy. Sophie and I are no longer together," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Good riddance," Amy spat. "I never understood what you saw in her. She was always so plain and ordinary, unlike someone like me who has a master's degree from a top university."

Edward felt a pang of sadness at Amy's words. Edward didn't love Sophie, but as if Edward's common sense couldn't take it when he heard Sophie being demonized like that.

"Amy, I don't think it's fair to speak about Sophie like that," Edward said, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Oh, come on Edward. You know it's true. She was always holding you back. That's why I never came to your house when she was around. I couldn't stand the sight of her," Amy continued, her voice filled with venom.

Edward felt a knot form in his stomach. He couldn't believe that Amy had been avoiding his house because of Sophie. He had always thought that they were just busy with their own lives.

"Amy, I think it's best if we end this conversation now," Edward said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Oh, don't be like that, Edward. I'm just looking out for you. You deserve someone better than Sophie. Someone like me," Amy purred, her voice suddenly becoming seductive.

Edward felt a chill run down his spine. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Amy, I think you've had too much to drink," he said, trying to brush off her words.

"Oh, come on Edward. You know you've always wanted me. Why don't you come over and I'll show you what you've been missing?" Amy's voice was now dripping with innuendo.

Edward felt a wave of disgust wash over him. He couldn't believe that Amy was propositioning him like this. "Amy, I think it's best if we don't speak for a while," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Fine, be that way. But don't say I didn't warn you. You'll regret letting me go," Amy said, her voice now cold and distant.

Edward hung up the phone, feeling a mix of emotions. He was angry at Amy for the way she had spoken about Sophie, but he was also confused by her sudden change in demeanor. He couldn't understand why she had acted that way.

Edward paced back and forth in his living room, trying to shake off the feelings of anger and confusion that were swirling inside him. He glanced over at the game console that he had turned on in a desperate attempt to distract himself, but all it had done was remind him of the happy times he had spent playing games with Sophie.

He let out a frustrated sigh and threw the controller onto the couch, watching as it bounced off the cushions and landed on the floor with a thud. He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. At first he thought that his relationship with Sophie was just business, but now Edward can't stop thinking about Sophie.

Edward clenched his fists and let out a growl of frustration. He hated feeling this way. He was a billionaire, for God's sake. He was used to being in control of his emotions and his life. But now, he felt like he was losing control.

He quickly grabbed his phone and dialed Rokka's number. Rokka was his right-hand man, the one person he could always count on to help him make sense of things.

"Hey boss, what's up?" Rokka answered, his voice sounding cheerful and relaxed.

"I need you to come to my house. Now," Edward said, his voice firm and urgent.

"Sure thing, boss. Is everything okay?" Rokka asked, his tone becoming more serious.

"No, everything is not okay. I need you here now," Edward said, his voice tight with anger.

"Okay, okay. I'm on my way. How fast do you need me there?" Rokka asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I need you here in ten minutes. Even if you have to use a helicopter," Edward said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Whoa, boss. You must really be in a bad mood. I'll be there as soon as I can," Rokka said, his voice now serious.

Edward hung up the phone and paced back and forth, waiting for Rokka to arrive. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that he was missing something important. He just hoped that Rokka could help him figure it out.

When Rokka finally arrived, Edward was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, his hands clenched into fists. Rokka took one look at him and knew that something was seriously wrong.

"Boss, what's going on? You look like you're about to explode," Rokka said, his voice filled with concern.

"I don't know, Rokka. I just don't know. I can't stop thinking about Sophie. I can't shake this feeling that something is missing," Edward said, his voice tight with emotion.

"Have you talked to her since the divorce?" Rokka asked, his voice gentle.

"No, I haven't. I don't know what to say to her. I don't even know what I'm feeling," Edward said, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Well, boss, maybe it's time you figured that out. You can't keep bottling up your emotions like this. It's not healthy," Rokka said, his voice filled with wisdom.

Edward let out a sigh and sank down onto the couch, his head in his hands. He knew that Rokka was right. He couldn't keep pretending that everything was okay when it clearly wasn't. He needed to figure out what he was feeling and what he wanted.

Edward let out a sigh and sank down onto the couch, his head in his hands. He knew that Rokka was right. He couldn't keep pretending that everything was okay when it clearly wasn't. He needed to figure out what he was feeling and what he wanted.

"Thanks, Rokka. I don't know what I'd do without you," Edward said, his voice filled with gratitude.

"No problem, boss. That's what I'm here for," Rokka said, clapping him on the shoulder. "But I think we need to talk about what's really going on here. I think you're obsessed with Sophie."

Edward looked up at Rokka, surprised. "Obsessed? That's a strong word."

"I think it's the right word," Rokka said, his voice serious. "You can't stop thinking about her, you're angry at yourself for not understanding your emotions, and you're even throwing things. That sounds like obsession to me."

Edward shook his head. "No, it's not like that. I just miss her, that's all."

"I think it's more than that, boss. I think you're obsessed with her, and if you don't do something about it, it's going to eat away at your sanity," Rokka said, his voice filled with concern.

"What do you suggest I do?" Edward asked, his voice filled with skepticism.

"I think you need to talk to her, boss. You need to tell her how you feel and see if there's a chance for reconciliation. If not, then at least you'll have closure and you can move on," Rokka said, his voice filled with wisdom.

Edward let out a sigh and ran his hands through his hair. He knew that Rokka was right, but he was afraid of what might happen if he reached out to Sophie. What if she didn't want to talk to him? What if she was happy without him?

"I don't know, Rokka. I'm not sure I'm ready for that," Edward said, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"You may not be ready, boss, but I think you need to do it before it's too late. Obsession can be a dangerous thing, and I don't want to see you get hurt," Rokka said, his voice filled with concern.

Edward nodded, knowing that Rokka was right. He needed to talk to Sophie, even if it was the last thing he wanted to do. He took a deep breath and stood up, determined to face his fears and take control of his emotions.

"Thanks, Rokka. I think you're right. I'll call Sophie and see if we can talk," Edward said, his voice filled with determination.

"No problem, boss. That's what I'm here for," Rokka said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Now, why don't we order some pizza and play some video games? Maybe that will help take your mind off things for a while."

Edward smiled weakly and nodded. Maybe Rokka was right. Maybe a night of pizza and video games was exactly what he needed to clear his head and figure out what he was feeling.