The next day, Bastian was dealing with a stack of agreements on his table. Through his silver-framed glasses, he read the clauses in each document carefully. He tried to be more meticuluous although it was tiring.
Then, in the middle of the document reading, he called Albus by phone. "Hello, Albus. I need to tell you one important thing," He stated with his strict gazes, describing that there was an issue that he was really concerened.
"Go ahead. I'll be listening." Albus replied willingly.
"Around a few days ago, I receive the reports that the ingredient samples sent by Arnold Company are found to be in bad qualities. Maybe, this company and factory don't have to be tied in a contract with them." Bastian stated decisively. He was not pleased with the report given by the factory manag
