Nia Mitchell stared with wide eyes, her teeth gritted, clearly in the mood to rip Benjamin Jones apart.
A knowing smile spread across Benjamin Jones's face as he gently released his grip.
"Don't be angry, Miss. You're not as lovely when you're angry."
Nia Mitchell rolled her eyes at Benjamin Jones, rubbing the red marks on her hand before turning to leave.
How could Benjamin Jones let her go so easily? He quickened his pace, darting ahead to block her path.
"Miss, you still haven't told me your name."
"Her name is Nia Mitchell."
Following the CEO's gaze, Phoebe Walker saw Nia Mitchell.
It seems fate has a twisted sense of humor, seeing Nia Mitchell caught up like this, Phoebe thought. Or perhaps, this Benjamin Jones is the prize Nia Mitchell came for today. Either way, I should give her a hand.
Phoebe Walker rushed over, helping Benjamin Jones block Nia Mitchell's way.
Benjamin Jones was momentarily stunned, then turned his attention to Phoebe Walker.
