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 came 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 me to discuss the upcoming matters with you in front of your lady? Heh! I bet you'd chop me up and feed me to the dogs.
Maxwell Peary's brow furrowed slightly as he looked up at the person eating obediently nearby.
Nia Mitchell was mechanically 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 me? Hey!
"Um... do you want some?"
