Maxwell Peary!
Nia Mitchell was utterly mortified. Did he have to be so smug when he said that?
"Did I say something wrong?" Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. Once he saw the button was fastened properly, he reached out and handed the tie to Nia Mitchell.
Talk about giving someone an inch and they take a mile! Maxwell Peary was a prime example.
"I can't tie a tie." With that, Nia Mitchell went to brush her teeth, ignoring Maxwell Peary.
She can't tie one? Well, that's a good excuse. He couldn't refute it. But he'd make sure she learned within a week.
He moved to stand next to her and grabbed a toothbrush to brush his teeth as well.
"How is work in the Secretary Department?"
Nia Mitchell lifted her head to look at their reflections in the mirror. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed. Holding her toothbrush, she brushed energetically, her mouth full of white foam.
"It's nice," she mumbled, her mouth full of foam. She then took a sip of water and rinsed her mouth.
