Sierra Wright swallowed hard; she had heard that this Nia Mitchell was well-connected.
Staring at the already closed elevator, she felt like she had uncovered a secret.
There was no one in the Secretary Department. Nia Mitchell took a deep breath, ran to Maxwell Peary's Office Room, and quietly pushed the door open.
What is my uncle doing?
Curious, Nia Mitchell peered in to see Maxwell Peary sitting in his Office Room with a serious expression.
And Alan Morgan, who was standing in front of Maxwell's desk.
Phew, thank God there's no one else here.
"Uncle?"
Nia Mitchell summoned a big grin, pushed the Grand Gate open, and stepped inside.
Maxwell looked up. His tense face relaxed into a slight smile, the corners of his mouth curving faintly.
"Why are you here so late?"
Maxwell set aside what he was doing, stood up, and came over to her.
"You can go now."
Seeing his darling wife, who cares about work now?
