Alan Morgan nodded. These young girls were always warm towards him, and he had gotten used to it over time.
"Um, Nia Mitchell..." He hesitated, looking at Nia Mitchell, who was sitting to one side with reddened eyes. He felt utterly helpless.
The boss made his sister-in-law unhappy, so why should he, of all people, have to bear the brunt of the fallout and investigate?
Nia Mitchell lifted her head, just in time to see Alan Morgan's distressed expression. Huh, what was wrong with him?
When Alan Morgan didn't speak for a while, Nia Mitchell asked, "Is there something you need, Special Assistant Morgan?"
Alan Morgan coughed awkwardly. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to ask her, in front of the entire Secretary Department, if she was angry with the boss? Was he supposed to ask her directly if her burned tongue still hurt? No, no, no, that would be terribly unwise. Both she and the boss would kill him.
