Nia Mitchell was startled and hastily looked down at her collar.
AHHHH!
Maxwell Peary!
Nia Mitchell wailed inwardly. He must have seen it; that’s why he said those things in the elevator. He actually hadn’t reminded her, and now she was in this humiliating situation!
Nia Mitchell awkwardly covered her collar. Her cheeks blazed hot, and her body temperature skyrocketed.
The entire Secretary Departnt stopped their work and unanimously turned towards Nia Mitchell.
As nurous suggestive gazes swept over her, Nia felt like a target, just standing there awkwardly.
"Mind your language, Phoebe Walker!"
Nia Mitchell was fuming. She had made it clear when she first arrived that she was married. Even if they saw the love marks on her, they didn’t have to say such nasty things, right? What did she an by ’wild man’?
"Oh, so you did the deed but you’re scared of people talking about it?"
Phoebe Walker said provocatively, "So, you used these love marks to seduce CEO Peary?"
Nia Mitchell clenched her fists, abruptly grabbed the coffee from the table, and splashed it at her.
"AH!"
Phoebe Walker shrieked and jolted up from her seat.
The scalding coffee spilled over her. Luckily, the weather wasn’t too hot, and she was wearing a light jacket.
The heat of the coffee seeped through her clothes. The entire Secretary Departnt erupted into chaos after Phoebe’s scream.
"You little tramp, Nia Mitchell!" Phoebe Walker shouted as she tore off her jacket, her arm bright red from the scald.
Shirley Grant from Group B was quite amused by this scene. Ever since a newcor had joined Group A, things around here had certainly beco more lively.
"Stop fussing and go rinse it under the tap before it blisters!" a junior secretary from Group A spoke up, quickly pulling Phoebe Walker towards the coffee station.
Nia Mitchell stood there stunned. She could barely believe what she had just done.
But she didn’t regret it. That woman deserved it for spewing such nonsense!
Maybe Phoebe Walker thinks she’s a queen in her own little world, where no one dares to refute anything she says. But I won’t grovel to her. I have my dignity, and I won’t let anyone insult to my face like that!
"Phoebe Walker, this was just a small lesson for you. If you’re ever this rude again, I won’t bother showing you any courtesy."
Phoebe Walker stood by the tap, eyes blazing with fury, glaring resentfully at Nia Mitchell.
"A future? Nia Mitchell, do you think you still have a future here?" Phoebe Walker yelled, her voice cracking. Never in her life had anyone treated her this way. How dare she splash coffee on ! Such audacity!
"Just you wait! You splashed coffee on and scalded . Do you think I’ll let you off easily?" As Phoebe Walker finished her threat, she angrily fished her phone out of her pocket.
"Let tell you, if I don’t bankrupt you this ti, my na isn’t Phoebe Walker!"
Filled with resentnt, Phoebe Walker swiftly dialed a number. But before the call could connect, the door to the Secretary Departnt opened.
"What’s going on? What’s all this noise? This is completely unacceptable!"
Alan Morgan had heard the commotion in the Secretary Departnt from afar. Thankfully, the CEO’s personal office was well soundproofed. If the CEO had heard, Alan himself would have been in serious trouble.
The Secretary Departnt was the public face of the CEO Office. All visitors heading to the CEO’s private office had to pass through here. If word got out that MC Group’s Secretary Departnt was so undisciplined, what would outsiders think of MC Group?
"Special Assistant Alan, you’re here! I was just about to look for you!" Phoebe Walker, looking rather disheveled, spotted Alan Morgan. Forgetting her usual composure and status, she roared in anger.
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