Having finished speaking, Flossie Wright touched her throat and felt a little itchy.
Having talked for nearly ten minutes, she rarely had the opportunity to speak that lengthily and naturally felt parched.
Just as she finished, Rowdy Brightwill appeared with a cup of tea and had already placed it before her.
Raising her eyebrows, Flossie Wright took the teacup, noticed several odd gazes, but didn't mind, and took a sip.
The office went silent.
They had all heard Flossie Wright's analyses before, but she had never explained them in such detail, only providing a general direction at best.
Now, each step, each analysis, was orderly and flawless.
Following her thought process, even they could clearly rule them out.
