"Fine, then! Are you telling me I can't even have lunch?"
Maxwell Peary put down his pen, his voice rising, his mood slightly out of control.
"Uncle~~~"
Nia Mitchell sounded somewhat helpless, her voice soft and pleading, with a hint of coyness.
Sure enough, Maxwell immediately found it unbearable, his lower abdomen tightening.
"Ahem, Nia, you..."
"Uncle~~~"
Nia interrupted him, continuing her playful act.
"I really do want to work diligently. I don't want others to see me as a parachuted soldier who got into the Company through connections, with no real abilities."
Maxwell sighed. Was she accusing him of letting her in through the back door?
"Uncle Peary, I need to get back to work now. I'll talk to you later, bye."
"Hey!"
Maxwell bellowed. She actually hung up on him; that little Rabina dared to hang up on him.
After putting his phone down, Maxwell walked out of the Office Room. Spotting the photocopier nearby, he randomly pressed a few buttons.
