Nia Mitchell was scratching her head. Fiona Sutton's ability to imagine things was certainly growing.
"I'm asking, are you coming or not?" Nia Mitchell turned up her volume impatiently, waiting for Fiona Sutton's final response.
"Of course I'm going, duh." Even if I get kicked out, I'll bloody well go.
After hanging up the call, Nia Mitchell sat in the Office Room, her expression unreadable.
The phone rang again. It was the driver.
"Madam, are you going home now?"
Young Master Peary had previously instructed him to pick up Nia Mitchell, so he had been waiting downstairs at the Company for a while. Seeing that everyone else had left and Madam still hadn't appeared, the driver grew a little anxious that he might have missed her.
Nia Mitchell packed her things with a pout and walked out.
"No need. I'm having dinner with a friend later."
