"Hi!" Just based on his voice, Woox seemed to be in a good mood.
"Mr. Woox." Twain's mood was not as good, and he felt worse especially after hearing such an upbeat voice.
"Ah, Mr. Tony Twain. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Twain could make out other voices in the background. He listened carefully and asked, "Well, Mr. Woox, you're not in England now, are you?"
"That's right, I'm in Spain. More accurately speaking, I'm on the beach in Barcelona, Spain. It's the start of the rainy season in England now, and I hate that kind of weather."
Twain cleared his throat and decided to cut to the chase. "Mr. Woox, I read in the papers that you recently accepted an interview with The Sun?"
"Yes, a phone Interview."
"Well, the thing is, I would like to know your thoughts, Mr. Woox," Twain said.
