He has a sister-in-law? But isn't she a bit too young? And what did she just call the Boss? Uncle? Good grief, this isn't some kind of messed-up relationship, is it? Boss, you have... really peculiar tastes, huh?
Nia Mitchell happily gave Maxwell Peary a sweet kiss, then trotted upstairs to take a bath, humming joyfully. She felt so good; it was as if her aching back and legs were completely fine. She was utterly relaxed!
Seeing Nia Mitchell humming a little tune as she went upstairs, a resigned smile touched Maxwell Peary's lips. So easily satisfied?
As he turned to head back to the study, he noticed Alan Morgan looking at him with a strange expression.
"Stop staring."
Smoothing out the clothes Nia Mitchell had wrinkled by hugging and pulling at them, he spoke to Alan Morgan, his tone clipped.
Alan Morgan nodded. Alright, so no looking allowed. But he was curious!
"Boss, is that the little sister-in-law?"
"Yes."
"Your niece?"
"What on earth are you talking about?"
