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Not everyone enjoys parties, or at least Song Mingi convinced himself that not everyone liked parties. Actually, this wasn't really a party. Choi Jongho, the official spokesperson for their funders, took the initiative to organize a dinner party at the largest five-star hotel in Manchester, The Excalibur. True to its name, the hotel was filled with Arthurian legend paraphernalia.

Mingi often wondered why they purchased land in the Manchester area, why their lab, although not precisely in the city center, wasn't too far from the residents.

Of course, they had followed the lab placement regulations, but for the scale of this top-secret operation, the world's largest health project of the century, the Agile Bio-Chem Institute, was housed in a towering building. Arrogant and visible from various parts of Manchester.

Something people should know is that Mingi wasn't the only candidate vying for the position of the head of this project. The previous main candidate was Efrosinia Nagovitsyn, a Russian descendant raised in Dublin, one of the youngest professors in the field of bio-chemical for neuropsychology. Another prominent name Yunho heard was Bruno Bailey, a renowned surgeon and Yale University graduate, boasting a one hundred percent success rate in tumor removal. Mingi was almost certain that he wouldn't get this position.

"The situation is not as we see it but as we remember it," Yunho interrupted Mingi's chain of thoughts about his journey to the current position. Yunho handed a champagne glass to Mingi, who accepted it, noting that Yunho's face was already flushed. He remembered Yunho had consumed two glasses of white wine during dinner; the flushed cheeks indicated he added at least two more to his system now.

"Slow down, babe..." Mingi attempted to reach for the two glasses in Yunho's hand.

Yunho deftly moved the glasses away with his right hand.

"I don't want you quoting the Italian writer, Valle-Inclian, this early."

"But it's good..." Yunho said as he brought the glass in Mingi's hand close to his lips.

All of them, twenty-three department heads including Mingi and twenty-five assistants from each department, had now moved from the dining room to the ballroom, transformed into a more dimly lit, elegant ambiance, quite different from when Mingi gave a seminar about his discovery here five years ago. Tonight, Excalibur's ballroom felt like a discotheque, especially with the entertainment of three pole dancers in the middle of the room. Two female striptease dancers and one male dancer; even Zafar Islambouli, who usually adhered quite strictly to his religious prohibition against drinking, was now sipping at least his second glass of champagne.

"I hope they won't be hungover on Monday," Mingi commented, observing his subordinates partying around him.

There was a karaoke stage at the west end of the room, and San was currently duetting with Hongjoong, singing Eminem's "Love the Way You Lie." Mingi had to admit that Hongjoong's rap was pretty good, but San's voice was surprisingly impressive. Mingi now wanted to hear San's chorus version recorded in a professional studio.

"Don't act like a boss all the time..." Yunho kissed Mingi's lips, then positioned himself in a way that made Mingi like a pillar to lean on.

Now, the two of them were looking at the stage at the end of the ballroom, well, their disco for the night. San was finishing the last verse of Rihanna's song when Mingi felt that the young man's gaze was directed toward them. Mingi had to chant a spell in his head not to be jealous. But the young man's gaze remained fixed on his lover. Mingi didn't want to cause more trouble and apologize again soon after Yunho forced him to give a short speech before dinner to apologize for his unsympathetic behavior at the press conference. He even got nods from some staff who usually didn't like him. Mingi really didn't need another mess.