"Just wait for me a little longer; I'll be done soon."
Maxwell Peary apologized and then resumed his tasks.
The large Office Room was filled only with the rustling of a pen on paper.
Nia Mitchell rested her cheek on her hand, lounging on the couch as she observed Maxwell, who sat not far away.
She had never truly observed him before. This was the first time she realized how long his eyelashes were, how expressive his eyes were.Although his face was usually stern, without a hint of a smile, the corners of his mouth were always slightly upturned.Coupled with his perfect, resolute face, how could he not capture hearts?No wonder the little vixens in the Secretary Department always became so elated upon seeing the CEO; they practically wanted to cling to him.
"Have you seen enough?"
