The two, acting all sweet and clingy, walked to the elevator, Maxwell Peary pressing the elevator button for her.
"Nia Mitchell."
Suddenly, all expression vanished from Maxwell Peary’s face, replaced by a particularly serious one.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback, blinking, sowhat unable to keep up with his sudden change.
"What is it?"
Hmph, if he says he was just calling my na for fun, I’ll definitely forget his pride and deal with him right here in front of Yancy Hastings.
"I’ve discovered a secret. If you’re willing to kiss , I’ll tell you."
Maxwell Peary leaned one hand against the elevator wall, holding the door open.
Nia Mitchell was speechless, silently rolling her eyes.
"I don’t want to know."
I don’t have such a strange desire to be all lovey-dovey with him in front of his friend.
Maxwell Peary gave a aningful smile, still leaning there to prevent her from leaving.
"You’ll wish you knew. And you can only find out now; otherwise, it’ll be too late."
Nia Mitchell raised an eyebrow, not buying his act.
"Goodbye!"
SWAT! She pushed Maxwell Peary’s hand away and pressed the elevator button.
Hmph. Conceited egomaniac.
「Secretary Departnt」
Nia Mitchell gently pushed open the glass door, took a deep breath, and put on a smile.
"Huh? Nia Mitchell, you’re here?"
When Diana Hill looked up and saw her, she found it rather unbelievable.
Didn’t she take leave?
"Yes, I only took leave for this morning."
Nia Mitchell gave an awkward smile and carefully walked in.
Phoebe Walker sneered, looking up at Nia Mitchell as she approached.
"Why bother coming in for just half a day? What can you possibly get done?"
Nia Mitchell ignored her and went straight to her seat.
"Just get back to the work you didn’t finish."
Seeing Nia Mitchell ignore her, Phoebe Walker found it dull. Besides, with her birthday tomorrow, she didn’t want to pick a fight with her.
"Nia Mitchell, why did you take leave?" Diana Hill suddenly asked, catching Nia Mitchell off guard.
"Just so personal matters," she replied casually, then stood up with her water cup to get so water.
"Nia Mitchell, go make a cup of coffee," Phoebe Walker suddenly ordered.
Following her lead, many others chid in.
"I’ll have one too."
" too."
"And ."
...
Reluctantly, Nia Mitchell stood up to make coffee. Luckily, the coffee machine was in the Secretary Departnt, not far away.
"Diana Hill, would you like one?"
"No, thank you."
Nia Mitchell nodded, brewed a cup, and served it to Phoebe Walker first.
Phoebe Walker took the coffee and looked up at Nia Mitchell, originally intending to make a sarcastic remark.
She had already planned what to say—that the coffee Nia Mitchell made had no aroma. But when she looked up, the words caught in her throat.
What was that?
Faintly visible on Nia Mitchell’s collar were dense clusters of hickeys.
My God!
Phoebe Walker found this revelation too shocking. Damn, Nia Mitchell’s man is so intense!
"Nia Mitchell," Phoebe Walker suddenly called out, a smirk playing on her lips.
Nia Mitchell looked at her in surprise. Is she trying to make things difficult for again?
"Don’t you look in the mirror before leaving the house? Shouldn’t you cover up what you’ve been up to?"
"What do you an by that?"
I get it now. So people, no matter how much you tolerate them, will always take a mile if you give them an inch.
"My aning is simple. I don’t know which lout you’ve managed to seduce this ti, but you should at least cover up those hickeys on your body, shouldn’t you?"
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