After hanging up the phone, Nia Mitchell noticed that Maxwell Peary hadn't returned yet, so she decided to call Fiona Sutton as well.
"Hey, finally remembered this old gal?"
Fiona Sutton was sitting cross-legged on a stool, staring at job postings on her computer, submitting one resume after another.
"Have you found a job yet?" Nia Mitchell asked. She thought it best to check first, in case Fiona had already found one.
Fiona Sutton was speechless for a moment. Nia, what do you mean by that?
"Nia Mitchell, are you deliberately trying to rub it in my face? You know I'm facing the biggest hurdle of my life finding a job, and you still—damn it!"
Never mind, no more. This is just pouring salt on the wound.
That damned Yancy Hastings! I'll definitely make him pay.
Expecting me to show weakness and go to him?
Not a chance!
Fiona Sutton gnashed her teeth, wishing she could tear Yancy Hastings to shreds.
Hearing Fiona's outburst, Nia Mitchell understood the situation.
