10:26 A.M.
The foodies author, Sam Tai, rambled, “The coffee table book can be called International Tea Party. Think different tea cups filled with a variety of teas, your teas, from around the globe. You scratch the tea inside the cup and…”
Tate’s thoughts drifted away from his meeting. Although handsome, but not really alluring in any sense of the word, the Korean-American man had the tendency to bore him. He looked down at his cellphone and noticed that only seven minutes had passed, which felt like twenty-seven.
Eventually, he cut Sam off with, “Send me a proof. I want to see this book in my hands. Can you have it to me by the end of August?”
Sam nodded, grinning. “I don’t see a problem with that.”
“Good. I’ll decide then if STC wants to be involved in backing your idea. We’ve don
