Nia Mitchell took a deep breath and carefully opened the door, tiptoeing inside.
Uncle Peary is so serious when he works! She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest.
What should I do?
She began to feel a sense of regret. It's just making a cup of coffee, after all. He's the big boss, the one paying my salary, and I'm his secretary. So, I should just do what he asks.
Maxwell Peary had a stern expression on his face, gently clenching his left hand. Why isn't Rabina Mitchell coming over?
"Um..."
Nia Mitchell hesitated, stopping roughly three meters away from Maxwell.
"Hm?"
Maxwell finally sensed something was amiss and looked up.
Why is she standing so far away? Could it be that she's still bothered by that earlier issue? Does she still think she isn't worthy of me?
"Come here."
Maxwell extended his hand. What is Rabina Mitchell getting worked up about?
"Um!"
Nia gathered her courage and took a deep breath, mentally steeling herself.
