Nia Mitchell was taken aback. Was she just warned about something? Could it be that the Secretary Department often has people parachuted in, pining for Uncle Peary? Uh, she felt like a little spy, lurking here and uncovering many secrets.
Phoebe Walker stumbled as she was leaving, turning her head to look at Nia Mitchell, who was sitting and turning on her computer.
Not just Phoebe Walker, but everyone in the Secretary Department stared at Nia Mitchell in surprise. Didn’t her file say she was only twenty years old? Wasn’t she an intern from University A this year? Had she received her marriage certificate before her graduation certificate?
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Nia Mitchell was completely unaware that her words were like a bomb, causing an uproar.
"Yeah, it happened just a few days ago."
The smile on her face was the biggest proof; she was very happy and wouldn’t desire something that didn’t belong to her.
However, sorry, everyone. The CEO inside the Office Room is already her catch.
"Congratulations! Congratulations!"
The Office Room was instantly filled with these words. Everyone offered perfunctory congratulations.
They didn’t know whether to congratulate Nia Mitchell on her new marriage or to congratulate themselves for having one less competitor.
After Maxwell Peary came out of the Office Room and saw the Secretary Department buzzing with congratulations, his face instantly darkened.
He was in a black suit, holding a document with his brows slightly furrowed. He exuded an unwelcoming aura that made people shudder.
This was a completely different aura than he had at home, and Nia Mitchell was frightened as well. She lowered her head slightly, trying to hide.
Being swept by Maxwell Peary’s gaze was like being cut by a sharp blade, slicing through skin and flesh...
"Mr. Peary, this is a new staff member in the Office Room. We just learned that she got married two days ago, so we congratulated her."
Phoebe Walker unhesitatingly used Nia Mitchell as a shield. After all, as a married woman, Nia posed no threat to them.
Maxwell Peary raised his eyebrows, his gaze falling openly on Nia Mitchell.
"Um... Hello, Mr. Peary."
Nia Mitchell almost bit her tongue. In the silent room, only she, Maxwell Peary, and Phoebe Walker were standing there awkwardly. No matter how one looked at it, the situation was incredibly awkward.
"Hmm," Maxwell Peary responded expressionlessly, then turned to look at Phoebe Walker.
"Who in your team made this report? It’s full of errors! This month, all of you will have a twenty percent deduction from your bonuses!"
Tossing the report down, Maxwell Peary turned and went back to his Office Room.
He would never admit that an error in a report didn’t require him to come out and point it out personally, nor would he admit that he had deliberately come out to see Rabina Mitchell. Furthermore, he wouldn’t admit that upon seeing Rabina Mitchell’s lips moving, he had felt an uncontrollable urge to ravage her mercilessly, which was why he had deliberately acted sternly to hide his emotions.
After Mr. Peary returned to the Office Room, his mind was filled with Nia Mitchell’s appearance from moments ago. He replayed the scene in his mind for a while before continuing with his files.
However, what he didn’t know was that while he felt pleased with himself, Nia Mitchell was completely terrified.
It took a full two minutes after Maxwell Peary left for the Secretary Department to regain some semblance of life. Everyone lowered their heads to work, and the room was soon filled with the sound of keyboard tapping.
Phoebe Walker’s face turned as black as soot. She had been severely criticized by Mr. Peary in front of the entire Secretary Department. Those despicable people must be gloating behind her back.