Shirley Grant sat there with an impeccable smile on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes.
"Mrs. Peary," Shirley Grant said, her tone casual as if discussing someone else's affairs, "I'm here to bid you farewell today. I'm preparing to leave Capital Town."
"Leave?" Nia Mitchell asked. "Isn't your job at MC going well? Could it be because of Special Assistant Morgan?"
The smile on Shirley Grant's face stiffened, and her hands began to tremble slightly.
"There's no connection between him and me anymore," Shirley Grant said. "It was a mistake from the start, so we shouldn't perpetuate the error. Leaving is better for both of us."
She turned and looked at this young woman, still somewhat incredulous that she was actually Mrs. Peary.
Could such a naive person cope with what Maxwell Peary faces?
"Actually, I came here today because there's something I hope you can give him for me."
As she spoke, Shirley Grant took a wooden box from her bag.
