Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot Chapter 82: The Nail That Sticks Out Gets Hammered Down

Nia Mitchell turned on her computer and imdiately logged into the Company system, which contained a wealth of information.

DING.

A new ssage!

Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened. Huh, why is there a new ssage?

DING.

Another one!

Nia Mitchell raised a puzzled eyebrow and clicked to view it with her mouse.

It was a ssage from Alan Morgan, the Special Assistant: "Congratulations on your new position! The CEO almost always works overti until eleven or twelve at night. You should remind him to take care of his health. It would be best if you could persuade him not to work overti. That would be a huge relief for him, haha!"

Nia Mitchell frowned. I’m here to work and earn money, not to worry about Maxwell Peary’s health.

She closed it and opened the next one.

A ssage from Uncle Peary?

"Just have fun with it, don’t tire yourself out."

Nia Mitchell quickly closed it. It would be trouble if anyone else saw this. What does ’just have fun with it’ even an?

However, thinking about how Diana Hill had cried earlier, she reopened Maxwell Peary’s ssage.

"Uncle Peary..."

"Hmm?" Maxwell Peary responded instantly.

"That report from earlier..."

"Hmm, it has nothing to do with you."

Nia Mitchell faltered, unsure how to reply. She actually wanted to help plead Diana Hill’s case, but he wasn’t even giving her an opening to ntion it.

"So, what were the mistakes in it?"

Nia Mitchell asked anyway, feeling a little apprehensive that Maxwell Peary might be displeased.

A long ti passed after she sent the ssage, but there was still no response from Maxwell Peary. Nia Mitchell lowered her head. Is it still no use, after all?

"Nia Mitchell, the photocopier upstairs is broken. Take these docunts to the 27th floor for copying."

Phoebe Walker suddenly stood up and dumped a huge stack of docunts on Nia Mitchell’s desk.

Nia Mitchell was taken aback for a mont, then nodded. Besides, she wasn’t busy right then.

Taking the docunts, she headed for the elevators. When she arrived at the 27th floor, she was utterly stunned.

If the people in the Human Resources Departnt seed cold and were always rushing around, then this place looked like a battlefield after a bombing—utter chaos.

After finally locating the photocopier, she saw that not only was soone using it, but several others were waiting in line.

"Excuse , when do you think you’ll be done?" Nia Mitchell asked timidly. The colleague using the photocopier glanced at her.

"People from the Secretary Departnt actually coming down to the 27th floor? How rare."

Nia Mitchell paused, surprised that this colleague seed to have an issue with the Secretary Departnt.

"The Secretary Departnt’s photocopier is broken."

The person glanced sideways at Nia Mitchell, taking in her fair, innocent, and inexperienced look.

"You’d better make sure whether it’s actually broken or just ’broken.’ Everyone in the Secretary Departnt is a handful."

With that, the colleague collected their copied docunts and left, leaving Nia Mitchell standing there awkwardly to wait.

She had to wait until the lunch break before it was finally her turn.

Nia Mitchell imdiately started photocopying as quickly as she could, but her mobile phone suddenly rang.

"Hello?" Nia Mitchell answered, one hand holding her phone to her ear, the other quickly feeding docunts into the machine.

"What’s that noise? Where are you?"

Nia Mitchell paused; it was Maxwell Peary.

"I’m on the 27th floor, photocopying docunts."

Maxwell Peary frowned slightly. The hand he was using to sign docunts paused, and he lightly tapped the pen tip against the paper in front of him.

"There’s a photocopier on the 28th floor, isn’t there? Why did you go downstairs?"

"Oh, that one’s broken," Nia Mitchell said nonchalantly, but her words made Maxwell Peary’s frown deepen.

Broken?

"My office has a photocopier and printer too. If the one on your floor breaks again, just co use mine."

Nia Mitchell nodded repeatedly. That’s actually a great idea.

"Okay, got it."

"Hmm, let’s go out for lunch together."

Nia Mitchell looked at the photocopier in front of her and then at the large stack of docunts still waiting to be copied beside it.

"I don’t think I can. I still have a lot to copy here. Besides, I’m borrowing this machine, and when others co back from lunch, they’ll need to use it too."