Nia Mitchell scowled. So, it was about saving face for Maxwell Peary to attend the banquet, but if she did the same, she was just freeloading? Was it all just about social status? Did they really need such a double standard?
"Maxwell Peary really has some nerve," Nia grumbled, feeling distinctly aggrieved.
"Nia Mitchell, speaking about Mr. Peary like this... Aren't you afraid that if he finds out, he might kick you out?" Phoebe Walker said, leaning smugly against the wall, already visualizing the scene of Nia being thrown out.
"Kicked out? Heh, Phoebe Walker, you're talking about yourself, aren't you?" Nia raised an eyebrow, acting just as arrogant and domineering as Phoebe Walker.
"Phoebe Walker, are you sure you want to oppose me? I fear you won't even be able to remain in the Finance Department."
Phoebe Walker instantly clenched her fists, hating Nia's attitude but helpless to retaliate.
