"How did you get into the Secretary Department?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 Nia Mitchell’s mind went blank. Well, okay, she was admitted through connections, with just a word from Maxwell Peary. "If I say I can’t do it, then I can’t. If you insist, I don’t mind asking Alan Morgan, our Special Assistant, whether I should be doing this." Nia Mitchell had no choice but to bring up Alan Morgan in the end. Only then would Phoebe Walker likely be unable to make things difficult for her. It had to be said, Nia Mitchell had guessed correctly this time. Upon hearing that Nia intended to inform Special Assistant Alan Morgan, Phoebe Walker fell silent. Phoebe Walker pondered; the most likely person backing Nia Mitchell had to be Special Assistant Alan Morgan. At MC Group, Alan Morgan’s position as Special Assistant was very unique; his orders were almost equivalent to Maxwell Peary’s. That being said, within the Company, Maxwell Peary didn’t really concern himself with such trivial matters; most of the Company’s day-to-day operations were managed by Alan Morgan. "You threatened Secretary Phoebe?" After turning on her computer, Nia Mitchell saw a message from Diana Hill. Nia Mitchell pouted. Does that count as a threat? "I did no such thing. I was just stating facts. Why should she be so arrogant and give me a hard time?" That was the kind of temper Nia Mitchell had—perhaps immature and impetuous. But she was only twenty years old and hadn’t officially graduated yet; naturally, she wasn’t one for deep scheming. Although Diana Hill was also young, she worried too much, which inevitably made her overly cautious. "She’s the team leader and a senior employee. If you clash with her , you’ll be the one to suffer." "And you’ll suffer a huge loss. Diana Hill herself had experienced that." "I don’t care. She can’t bully me. This Company isn’t hers." If Phoebe Walker were the boss, Nia Mitchell might have been suppressed by her, possibly even pressured to the point where she couldn’t continue working. But Phoebe Walker wasn’t the boss. What gave her the right to throw her weight around here? Ever since her experience with Hendry Hampton, Nia Mitchell had even less tolerance for so-called rich people. She couldn’t stand those who acted as if they were superior to others. "Even so, there’s not much I can do to help. How about you let me look at that document during lunch? I’ve been here for over a month. If it’s not too difficult, I should be able to handle it." Reading this message, Nia Mitchell had to admit she was touched. Although Diana Hill might seem somewhat timid and easily taken advantage of, it was merely a survival strategy. The fact that Diana still chose to help her at a time proved this friend was worth having. Nia Mitchell replied to Diana Hill with a big smiley face emoji. "Don’t worry, I can handle it myself." After closing the chat window, the landline on her desk rang. It was Maxwell Peary asking her to make him a cup of coffee. Nia Mitchell pouted. Why does he always need coffee the moment he gets to the office? The usual: black coffee with sugar and milk. Hmm, her favorite. As Nia Mitchell picked up the coffee and prepared to leave, Shirley Grant, leader of the Office Room’s Team B, couldn’t help but sneer. "Such relentless effort, truly the hallmark of Team A. You’re certainly just like your team leader in that regard." Shirley Grant’s sharp and pointed remark left Nia Mitchell bewildered. Before Nia could figure out what Shirley meant, Phoebe Walker shot up like an agitated cat, her anger directed squarely at Shirley Grant. "Grant! If you have the guts, say that again a few more times! I’d like to see what kind of ’style’ you possess." That vixen Nia Mitchell is clearly trying to suck up to the CEO, dreaming that a sparrow can turn into a phoenix! I, Phoebe Walker, would never stoop so low or be so pretentious!