It can't be denied that Glenn Hutchinson was a bit jealous.
"How's it going?"
Feeling someone behind her, Flossie Wright didn't turn her head to see who it was, resting her chin on one hand and asked.
Glenn Hutchinson's face was slightly dark, but he said, "Good."
"Alright." Flossie squinted slightly, "Help me get dinner later."
"You're not going?" Glenn Hutchinson raised an eyebrow.
"Finish quickly." Flossie replied briefly, her fingers continuing to move over the keyboard.
She had just identified the weaknesses and shortcomings of those eight people; arranging a detailed training plan would take some time.
Time was tight, she had to get it done by tomorrow at the latest.
Glenn Hutchinson helplessly lifted a hand and grabbed Flossie's hand that was on the mouse.
"What is it?"
Flossie slightly tilted her head.
As soon as she spoke, a hand was placed on her shoulder, Glenn Hutchinson slightly leaned down, "You know we're married, right?"
"Yeah."
