Nia Mitchell scoffed, knowing these people wouldn't believe her, but it didn't matter. She had only blurted it out on impulse.
She had never intended to reveal her previous job to anyone.
"Believe it or not, that's your call. However, I advise you to stop scheming against me; after all, I know EdbertNia Mitchell."
EdbertNia Mitchell, the big boss of Star Media, was one year older than Maxwell Peary, at exactly thirty years of age.
Nia Mitchell smugly shifted her gaze to the computer and opened her mailbox.
Damn it! Phoebe Walker had actually assigned her a mountain of work—and all of it was menial, stuff that required no skill but was well within her capabilities.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...
Suddenly, the landline on Nia Mitchell's desk rang. Startled, she reached out and answered it.
"Get me a cup of coffee."
Huh, Uncle Peary's voice... A cup of coffee? Nia Mitchell was speechless. How could the call have been directed to her?
