Nia Mitchell clenched her fists. Was this happening because she was the newcomer and thus needed to be tested, or was it because she had previously helped Diana Hill by saying a few words?
"Do you all doubt how I got this position?"
Nia Mitchell turned around to face those who were craning their necks to watch the spectacle, a cold smirk playing on her lips.
No one could decipher the meaning behind Nia Mitchell's expression, much less understand the ambiguity in her words.
Nia Mitchell straightened a loose strand of hair, her eyes icy.
"Let's say I really did get in because I have powerful connections. Phoebe Walker, wouldn't that scare you?"
Phoebe Walker was taken aback. She thought Nia Mitchell was going to say something else. Was this it?
Phoebe Walker scoffed. The lowest form of threat?
"Nia Mitchell, have you even bothered to find out who I, Phoebe Walker, am?"
