A grimace twisted Owen Lewis's handsome face as he stood there, deeply conflicted.
Nia Mitchell blinked, her expression puzzled. What's wrong with this man, hesitating like this?
"Hello?" Nia Mitchell looked at him politely, her expression seeming to ask who he was looking for.
"Oh, I'm Owen Lewis. You can just call me Lewis." Owen Lewis snapped back to reality and walked over in a daze.
Nia Mitchell frowned. What does that mean?
"Um, I'm the newly appointed Special Assistant." Owen Lewis awkwardly pointed to Alan Morgan's previous desk, then walked over and sat down.
Nia Mitchell nearly bit her tongue. Good heavens! This stammering man who seemed so startled and had just approached her was actually the new Special Assistant! In other words, her immediate supervisor. I'm doomed, absolutely doomed! Had I done anything wrong just now? But he's my superior. Why would he tell me to just call him Lewis?
