Alan Morgan's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. What the hell? Boss, are you *laughing*?
Alan stood there, shaking with fright, cautiously sizing up Maxwell Peary.
Maxwell didn't even glance at Alan; he just changed his position and continued on the phone.
"Be careful out there."
Nia Mitchell was in Evelyn Peary's car. She had just gotten in when she received a call from Maxwell, before she even had a chance to say much to Evelyn.
"I know, I'm just going window shopping."
Nia was a bit annoyed. Why hadn't I noticed before how long-winded he is?
"Don't ignore my words. Buy whatever you want; don't worry about saving me money."
Maxwell put down his pen, stood up, and walked over to a sofa to sit down.
"I know, I know, stop nagging! I'm not a child anymore."
Nia kept sticking her tongue out, thoroughly frustrated. Even going out means being managed!
Evelyn sat rigidly in the car, her gaze constantly sweeping over Nia.
