Maxwell Peary sat in his black and white study, firmly refusing.
"Then five o'clock. I can't make it any earlier," Nia Mitchell stated, indicating her absolute limit. Would Maxwell Peary be satisfied? Nonsense, of course he wouldn't.
"No."
Evelyn Peary had leaned in curiously, eavesdropping on their whispered conversation with amusement. Wow, she had no idea her big brother had this side to him! 'No' again? Hmph! Evelyn could already picture Maxwell sitting there, face dark as thunder, uttering that 'no.' Ugh, it must be absolutely terrifying—a heavy, suffocating pressure all around, making it hard to breathe and sending shivers down one's spine.
Nia Mitchell shot a desperate, imploring look at Evelyn Peary. That's your brother! Quick, give me some advice! What am I supposed to do?
