After five minutes of heated discussion, everyone suggested asking Alan Morgan's Special Assistant.
However, Alan Morgan was not in the Office Room, and his phone was unreachable.
"RING, RING, RING..."
Suddenly, the landline on Nia Mitchell's desk rang, and the Secretary Department immediately quieted down.
Under everyone's scrutiny, Nia Mitchell awkwardly picked up the handset and answered.
"Hello?"
Her timid voice trembled slightly. Maxwell Peary sat in the Office Room, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at the two boxes in front of him.
"Come in for a moment."
Nia Mitchell silently rolled her eyes. Does he want coffee?
Just as Nia Mitchell was about to ask, a figure passed by the entrance of the Secretary Department.
Yes, it was Phoebe Walker.
Nia Mitchell frowned almost imperceptibly.
"CEO Peary, someone's looking for you. I'll make two cups." Nia Mitchell spoke hurriedly, then hung up the phone and turned to go make coffee.
