Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weapon
“Yes, then I will send the contract papers to BISHOP. Aah, no, of course, I do understand. After the next stocking, I will bring it close. Yes, yes. Ah, yes, the everyday commodities? Ahh, we don’t have a transport ship, so it will be an issue in terms of space… ah, no. Of course, we will do as much as we can.”
At Plum II’s display room, Tarou was talking and continuously kept bowing his head. In the monitor, the client company’s boss was projected and he had a satisfied expression. After awhile, when the two talking over the monitor put two of their fingers on their foreheads, and the connection was cut.