Just the thought of it made Rowdy Brightwill's face fall.
His guess was probably accurate.
...
Flossie Wright stopped outside the tent.
"Reporting in!"
A clear voice called out.
"Come in."
Soon, the voice of Glenn Hutchinson came from inside.
After a slight pause, Flossie lifted the tent flap and walked straight in.
Unlike the darkness outside, inside the tent, there was a bright light that made everything clear.
The space inside the tent was about half the size of Glenn Hutchinson's office, but like a small but fully equipped space, it had everything: a bed, a table, chairs, and stools.
Compared to their single-person tents, it was much more comfortable.
Glenn Hutchinson was sitting on a chair, legs crossed, going through some documents in his hands.
Flossie stayed at the entrance, watching him silently.
After a while, without hearing any movement, Glenn slightly tilted his head and glanced at Flossie.
"Come here."
