Soon, the scent of coffee permeated the entire office, making Phoebe Walker frown involuntarily.
Though she was imperious in the office, her ability to remain in the Secretary Department and thrive proved she was no simple figure.
Despite her disdain for Nia Mitchell, she had to admit the coffee Nia made was fragrant.
Even without tasting it, just from the aroma alone, Nia had already outdone her.
Nia leaned on the counter, bored as she waited. She suddenly wondered whether Maxwell Peary preferred sugar or milk in his coffee.
Hmm, recalling what Maxwell Peary had said last night, a smile touched her lips. At the dinner table last night, she had put food she disliked onto Maxwell's plate.
He was right. When she didn't understand him, she would habitually impose her own preferences on him.
This is black coffee... hmm, I'll add half a sugar cube and two large spoonfuls of milk.
