"..." Perry Reed paused for a moment, "Are you treating this as a transaction?"
"Ah, sorry." Flossie Wright apologized without sincerity and then asked, "Is there anything else?"
After pondering for a moment, Perry Reed slowly added, "Each call must last over half an hour."
"Starting next time."
Curving her eyes, Flossie Wright immediately hung up the phone.
Unless necessary, the one thing she was least skilled at was idle chitchat.
Especially—
Over the phone.
However, she guessed that Perry Reed was probably going to be angry again.
Tossing her phone onto the table, Flossie Wright stretched out her other hand to open her laptop, intending to search for some sniper information, but in the brief moment as the laptop booted up, her gaze swept across the desk and settled on a notebook beside it.
Uh.
It was the "birthday gift" from Glenn Hutchinson.
The notebook that recorded various sniper experiences and tips.
