Gasp!
Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"I... anyway, I just have."
Nia Mitchell brazenly defended herself, regardless of whether she had been exposed or not.
Seeing that Maxwell Peary didn’t say anything more, she checked her phone.
"Ah! It’s already half past three!"
Nia Mitchell was shocked. Had I really slept here for that long?
I’m still at the Company. What about work?
As she said this, Nia Mitchell hurriedly tried to get off the bed, her hands tightly clutching the quilt.
"Go on, keep tugging. I don’t mind letting you see the ’sights’ under the quilt."
Maxwell Peary continued looking at his docunts and said nonchalantly.
Nia Mitchell abruptly stopped moving. She turned to look at Uncle Peary, who was still sitting on the bed, her gaze drifting toward the CEO’s quilt-covered lower half.
"Um... I need to go to work," she said, blushing as she carefully looked at Maxwell Peary.
"It’s already half past three."
Maxwell Peary glanced at his watch. Work? At this hour?
"Well... at worst, they’ll mark as late. Or... or deduct my perfect attendance bonus. I still have a lot of work I haven’t done."
Damn it, it’s already so late! Victoria Perez must think I couldn’t finish my work, that I’ve been completely defeated by her, and that I’ve just packed up and left.
No, no way. I absolutely won’t let anyone think that.
"Late?"
Maxwell Peary raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as he saw her flustered expression.
"This already counts as absenteeism. Even if you go now, it won’t change that fact. Besides, are you sure you want to leave my Office Room at this ti?"
Not only that, but she had also changed her clothes.
Nia Mitchell was stunned, pursing her lips, unsure of what to do. But... I was doing perfectly fine at work. How did I manage to corner myself like this?
"So what should I do?" Nia Mitchell looked up at Maxwell Peary, hoping he would have a good solution.
Maxwell Peary reached out, pulled her over, and tucked her carefully under the quilt.
"I had a change of clothes sent over earlier. If you’re not sleepy anymore, you can put them on. The lunch from noon is cold now; I’ll have a fresh al sent over."
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and put on his clothes.
"I have a few docunts I need to process. I’ll co back to keep you company in a bit."
Nia Mitchell nodded. Only after he left did she fully relax.
Phew. She was very hungry now, her stomach grumbling.
So she took the clothes to one side, preparing to put them on. The material feels so nice and comfortable, she thought, but it’s a brand I’ve never seen before.
It was an off-white suit, simple yet dignified, suitable for almost any occasion.
But these clothes aren’t my style.
"Uncle, I’m so hungry."
Nia Mitchell had waited in the Waiting Room for a long ti. Maxwell Peary hadn’t returned, and lunch hadn’t been delivered.
So she quietly opened the door of the Waiting Room, her small head peeking out as she looked at him pitifully.
"Wait a little longer."
Maxwell Peary looked at his watch. It should be here soon, he thought.
Just as Nia Mitchell was about to complain again about Maxwell Peary’s earlier harshness regarding lunch, she heard a knock on the outer door of the Office Room.
Startled, she quickly retracted her head, terrified of being discovered.
"Co in."
That was Uncle Peary’s voice. It lacked the gentleness he used when speaking to her; those two simple words were filled with stern formality.
"Mr. Peary, sorry to keep you waiting. It took a long ti to find a place like this..."
"Just put it down."
Nia Mitchell pressed her ear to the door, listening intently. That sounded like Phoebe Walker just now, she thought.
Outside the Waiting Room, Phoebe Walker shut her mouth. How could I have forgotten that the CEO never likes people chattering endlessly in front of him?
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