Thirty-five“Sir John. Laurent.”
The Washington senator raised his hat and bowed.
“Eager to get started, are we?”
Around them the limited number of participants and judges invited to attend the preliminary judging for the Golden Gate Symposium gathered in small knots of nervous chatter while hotel staff went about their business, setting up the judging dais, lining up multiple tasting glasses, smoothing the top table’s stiff, starched tablecloth, all under Sam Morley’s watchful eye.
Sam was in charge of the functional part of the night, making sure the judges had everything they needed. Governor Hunt, as honorary chair of the Symposium, and a range of state functionaries were responsible for the event’s official business.
Hector de Vile waved a sheet of paper in front of John Russell.
