Phoebe Walker gazed at Maxwell Peary's face, reluctant to leave just like that.
"Mr. Peary, I'm not sure if the suit that arrived this afternoon fits. If it doesn't, I can go and exchange it."
Phoebe Walker maintained a flawless smile, confident he wouldn't be displeased by her suggestion.
As expected, Maxwell Peary looked up from a pile of documents, pondered for a moment, then stood up.
"Wait a moment."
The moment Maxwell Peary finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the Waiting Room. Nia Mitchell, startled, immediately dashed away from the door.
Phoebe Walker stood there in disbelief. She was now alone in the expansive Office Room.
So, the woman Maxwell Peary had instructed her to buy clothes for was in that Waiting Room?
Suddenly, her entire chest was consumed by jealousy.
She only just realized that her fantasies about Maxwell Peary had never ceased; instead, they were growing ever more intense.
