Ah!
Nia Mitchell immediately turned away, a little afraid to look.
Because the CEO was getting dressed, she saw the scratches on his back.
Alright, so it seems I really was... a bit too excited last night.
"Hmm? Why aren't you speaking?"
Maxwell Peary, halfway through putting on his clothes, turned to look at her.
Nia blinked, blushing fiercely, her mind a blank.
"Why aren't you talking? Do you feel unwell somewhere?"
Maxwell immediately pulled up his pants and walked over, his upper body bare.
Seeing this, Nia quickly shook her head.
"I'm not uncomfortable. I was just thinking about what to eat... I guess I'll have steamed dumplings."
She smiled, instantly starting to get dressed.
Maxwell nodded, turning to put on a clean shirt he'd picked up.
It was only then that Nia noticed there were many more documents on the table than before.
"Did Special Assistant Lewis come by last night?"
She hadn't seen all this stuff last night.
"Yeah."
