One of the managers slammed his hand on the table. He was having a bad day; the CEO was giving them a hard time, and everyone was already exhausted. And now they couldn't even order a mere secretary around?
Huh?
Nia Mitchell, caught completely off guard, jumped at the sudden loud noise.
She frowned in anger and quickly turned her gaze toward that manager.
"I've told you already, I'm very busy right now. I'm not done sorting these things yet."
After saying that, Nia Mitchell returned to her work. Phoebe Walker must have done this on purpose. Otherwise, why would these things be so messy? Couldn't she have arranged them in order?
The thought that she wouldn't be here starting next Monday made her feel a bit more relieved. At most, she just had to endure it for another half day. With Phoebe gone, the people in the Secretary Department should be much easier to deal with.
"Little secretary, isn't fetching us some water part of your job?"
