Talking with Clyde and the other lowly members of this movement was always tiring. Anna huffed in exhaustion as soon as she reached home. As if putting on a fake smile all day every working day at her office was not draining enough, she had to use the remainder of her depleted resource to get someone else up to speed, someone who didn't get the gist of the overall tension.
It's about timing and sensitivity, people! She wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs. How could Clyde have thought that shadowing Riche Gaston was a good idea?
If the guy knew he was being tailed by a logistic person, a team leader at the eastern Jakarta supply depot, whose operational was in his area, by the way, what would be the first thing Riche Gaston would do? Informing his superior, obviously.
