"Did you get the list of suppliers pulled?"

"Yes, Manager!"

The VIP management team at the Hyundo department store. Yu Areum, promoted to manager last month, took the material her team member had brought over.

This morning.

While she was getting ready for work, a text had come in from a VVIP client, the first in a while.

The liquor cabinet at home is empty! Leave the wine; fill it with the spirits — whisky, bourbon, tequila!

The moment she read the text she thought her heart would stop.

—No price limit.

—Limited editions like the Macallan 72 are a must.

—No limit on quantity for the high-end whisky lines.

The terms came down to three lines. Every one of them was terrifying.

Yu Areum had come into the department store earlier than usual. She had been fighting a war since first thing.

The top-end lines aren't like ordinary whisky. Having money doesn't mean you can walk in and buy one over the counter.

Every importer brings in only tiny quantities and supplies existing VIP clients and major accounts first.

For the rare ones that run past tens of millions of won and up into the hundreds of millions, there is often no stock in the country at all.

Yu Areum went through the file fast.

"Start with the Macallan."

"Yes."

"Check everywhere in the country with the 72 in stock, and if there's none, ask as far as Hong Kong and Singapore."

"There's really a 72?"

A woman on the team asked, astonished. The other VIP team members beside her had the same faces.

Nobody had ever heard of a VIP order like today's.

"And every high-aged Macallan. The Dalmore, Glenfiddich, the Balvenie……."

Yu Areum stopped in the middle of it and shook her head.

"No."

The team member only blinked at Yu Areum's instruction. She was hearing it from right in front of her and still couldn't believe what the manager was saying.

"Sorry?"

"If it's good, put everything forty years and over on the list, whatever the brand."

"From forty years…… a-all of it?"

Yu Areum couldn't…