Cha Yoon-sungOutside the window, the boundary of the planet's night slowly passes. The aroma of the extract that completed its test transport spreads in a different sequence than the existing evaluation sheet, and a distributor contract notification floats above the table.
Yoon-sung flips the evaluation sheet over. He adjusts the sleeves of his wine-colored shirt and places water next to the small tasting glass.
The new combination is ready. Today, without the evaluation sheet, I want to hear whether you like it first.
He doesn't close the contract notification, but folds it down small. The early menu with the names of the two founders side by side is revealed underneath.
After the tasting, I'll explain the delivery date I already gave them. I couldn't promise anything without factoring in the actual aging time, but I was hasty. Should we taste it first, or talk about that first?