*Archer*
I had not yet hung up the phone when Daniel and David burst into my office, shaking like aspen leaves from fear. Their panting resembled that of someone who had just run a deadly marathon through the Sahara, and their tongues hung out of their mouths.
"Thank you for the conversation, Mr. Kepler. I will send you an email with a proposal immediately and look forward to your feedback. Have a nice afternoon." I ended the conversation with the potential recipient of the materials lying around, which our mayor was supposed to receive next week for constructing a new facility. I don't know where he will find high-quality structural timber now, but that's not my problem. The nearest sawmill offering such quantities as mine is hundreds of miles away, so if our unquestioningly devoted ma
