Alan Morgan furrowed his brows, glancing at Phoebe Walker's arm under the running faucet.
It was bright red; it looked like a burn.
He then looked at the woman standing beside Phoebe Walker's desk.
He seemed to understand. Did she cause trouble?
"What happened?" Alan Morgan walked over, standing before Phoebe Walker.
"This new girl, Nia Mitchell, actually splashed coffee on me! Does MC really need such an employee?"
Because of the height difference, Phoebe Walker had to tilt her head up to look directly at Alan Morgan, appearing particularly arrogant.
Alan Morgan glanced at Nia Mitchell.
"I asked what happened, not what happened to you."
Alan Morgan's face turned cold. "MC doesn't need Nia Mitchell?"
Hmph. And I suppose MC doesn't need CEO Pei either?
Phoebe Walker was taken aback and utterly furious. Does this Special Assistant Morgan think he owns the company? To be so cutting and still defend *her*—isn't he afraid of offending me, Phoebe Walker?
