The naughty colleague

Where are your buttons, you this espresso machine, Angela cringed at the machine as if it were a human.

She willed it to spill out the rich but bitter coffee, along with its counter, the sweet creamy taste of the Arabica seed, which she also fed into it.

Time was nearing the period Rex expected his breakfast to be brought to his table and Angela had less than five minutes left of it.

“The machine won't work on its accord, here, control it with its remote”

“Joseph, aren't you quite the saver? It's difficult to believe I have long been here, trying to figure out how this thing works. Still, isn't there ought to be a manual function scripted on the appliance itself?”

“Not this sort. The chairman insists on trying out new upgrades every year. Sophia, here, will likely get replaced soon.”

“You named it?”

“Yes? Isn't it a big, grand one?” Joseph reached out to caress the appliance, suggestively.

“It does look expensive and carefully crafted.”