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How can I possibly go another two days?

One day?

One hour?

I can’t.

Which is a big fucking problem.

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Hayden

“Iknow we said no work,” Enzo says as he puts the menu back on the table, “but you need to try this.”

He takes a vial from his pocket and positions it above his wine. A single tip pours it in.

I look around the increasingly familiar restaurant. For a Wednesday, Faustini’s is still pretty crowded.

Enzo slides the wine across the table.

“Taste it.”

“People are going to think you’re trying to drug me,” I comment as I swirl the deep red liquid around a bit.

“I thought you said we were months away?”

While our beers are ready for market, as soon as we have approval, the wine isn’t supposed to be ready yet.

“Just taste it.”

“Yes, boss.”

I do. My jaw drops as I put the glass down.

“Holy shit.”

His smile says it all.

“I can hardly taste it.”

What he’s done with this formula, created specifically for wine, took triple the amount of time for the beer.

“I know. A few more tweaks and we’re golden.”

I calculate in my head how much more quickly we can get the wine to market.

“You’re a fucking genius.”

Although we have a team of scientists, Enzo is extremely hands-on in the process, spending more time in the lab than in the office. We’re this far because he brought us here.

“I thought we were close last week, but I didn’t want to show you until I was sure.”

I slide the wine back just as the waitress approaches. She gives Enzo a funny look when he orders another glass of wine.

“Is there something wrong with that one?”

His smile is devilish. “Just the opposite.”

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