In the end, Nia Mitchell decided to stay in the Office Room, continuing her battle with the spare ribs, while Maxwell Peary sat back at his desk.
Alan Morgan stood ramrod straight in front of Maxwell Peary, but his gaze kept drifting to Nia Mitchell.
Maxwell Peary had thoroughly stunned him earlier, and he was still recovering.
"So, you ca into my Office Room just to stand there?"
The CEO was quite resentful. Alan Morgan looked up, speechless, his gaze drifting towards Nia Mitchell.
Dearest Boss, do you really expect to discuss the upcoming matters with you in front of your lady? Heh! I bet you’d chop up and feed to the dogs.
Maxwell Peary’s brow furrowed slightly as he looked up at the person eating obediently nearby.
Nia Mitchell was chanically shoveling rice into her mouth. Suddenly sensing the atmosphere was off, she turned her head stiffly.
Aren’t those two supposed to be discussing business? Why are they both looking at ? Hey!
"Um... do you want so?"
Nia Mitchell awkwardly pushed the food container forward a little.
Maxwell Peary facepald. Alan Morgan looked exasperated.
"You’d be upset if I fought you for it, wouldn’t you?"
Nia Mitchell choked. So, Mr. CEO, you’re still holding a grudge about what happened earlier? So petty!
"Of course, I wouldn’t be happy!" Nia Mitchell declared, ignoring Alan Morgan’s presence. She pouted, feigning annoyance, snatched back her food container, and continued eating.
So annoying, so annoying, so incredibly annoying! Maxwell Peary is the worst!
"I’m done."
Nia Mitchell casually took a few more bites, then stood up, grabbed a napkin, and wiped her mouth.
"Take care, Madam."
Alan Morgan was eager to see her leave; after all, his business couldn’t be delayed.
Nia Mitchell stopped short, turned, and looked at the two n with a wronged expression.
"You just can’t wait for to leave, can you?"
With a sorrowful look, she covered her face, then opened the door and fled.
Alan Morgan was petrified!
Madam, please don’t! How could you just drop a line like that and bolt? What am I supposed to do? Save , Madam! The CEO is going to kill soone!
Hearing Nia Mitchell’s parting words, Maxwell Peary shot up from his seat and rushed out after her, without a chance to reprimand Alan Morgan for his earlier remark.
After leaving the Office Room, Nia Mitchell imdiately dropped her feigned sorrow. Her face broke into a brilliant smile. Hahahaha, let Special Assistant Mo see how I got him!
Just as she settled back into her seat, Maxwell Peary burst into the Secretary Departnt.
"Hello, CEO!"
Phoebe Walker stood up to greet him, wondering why the CEO kept coming to the Secretary Departnt today.
She had been a secretary for several years now, and the number of tis she had seen the CEO personally visit the departnt could be counted on one hand.
Seeing Nia Mitchell looking perfectly fine, Maxwell Peary belatedly realized he had been tricked.
"It’s nothing."
With that, he turned and left.
His inner demon had awakened. Fine, Nia Mitchell, you’ve gotten bold, haven’t you? If I don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll never learn your place!
Inside the Office Room, the abandoned Special Assistant wore a look of utter despair. He pulled out his phone and dialed Owen Lewis’s number.
"Do you have any idea what ti it is?!" an angry roar ca from the injured person on the other end of the line.
"Owen, I’m screwed."
Alan Morgan ignored Owen Lewis’s fury, his own face grim.
Owen Lewis, on the other end of the line, was taken aback. He reached out and switched on the bedside lamp. Annie Davidson, beside him, stirred uncomfortably, turned over, and went back to sleep.
"What’s wrong?" Owen Lewis asked, his voice low as he noticed Annie stirring beside him. After all, they were brothers who had faced life and death together.
"I offended a woman, and she..."
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Alan Morgan stared at his phone, dumbfounded. He hung up on ?!
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