"Sit."
Glenn Hutchinson spoke lightly.
With a slight droop of her gaze, Flossie Wright paused for two seconds, quickly pulling a chair to her side before sitting down.
"What's the matter?"
Staring expressionlessly at Flossie Wright, Glenn Hutchinson asked calmly.
Nothing happens without a reason.
Flossie Wright was a typical example of that.
Late at night, with Flossie's personality, she could bring snacks to find Sandy Cruz or even Rowdy Brightwill, but she would never come to him.
She always avoided him.
Slightly squinting, Flossie Wright appeared relaxed, leaning against the back of the chair, looking at him indifferently.
"There is something." Flossie Wright stated clearly.
"If it's for someone else," Glenn Hutchinson looked back at Flossie, emphasizing each word, "you don't need to say it."
The words fell.
The temperature in the office suddenly dropped a bit.
