Terry glanced at the number and his furrowed brow unexpectedly relaxed a bit, even pulling up the corners of his mouth slightly.
He answered the phone, his voice thick with fatigue, but his tone noticeably lighter, "Hey, Aziz, my old friend."
A warm and exuberant voice came through on the other end, speaking quickly and energetically, "Terry! My dear friend! Allah bless, I finally got through! I heard you've been busy at the port these days like a spinning top? How's it going, are you done yet?"
"Just finished."
Terry rubbed his swollen temples and said with a bitter smile, "I feel like I'm about to be sun-dried."
"Hahaha!"
