Nia Mitchell rushed to the Secretary Department’s office, almost arriving late. A new, unfamiliar face appeared at Phoebe Walker’s usual spot, but Nia Mitchell didn’t pay it much mind and went straight to her own desk. "Nia Mitchell, are you sick again?" Diana Hill turned to look at Nia Mitchell. Seeing her rosy complexion, Diana assumed Nia had recovered. "Yes, I had a high fever," Nia Mitchell pouted, her mind filled with the thought of the fever-reducing injection. Alan Morgan pushed open the Grand Gate of the Secretary Department. After entering, he showed no superfluous expression and got straight to the point: "Everyone, please stop what you’re doing for a moment. I have an announcement. MC has hired a new Head Secretary, Sophia Moore. She will be taking over the duties of Phoebe Walker and Shirley Grant." At Alan Morgan’s introduction, Sophia Moore stood up. She was, indeed, the new colleague who had been sitting at Phoebe Walker’s desk. "Hello everyone, I’m Sophia Moore. I look forward to working with all of you." Sophia Moore smiled as she surveyed everyone present before giving a concise self-introduction, offering no unnecessary details. "Alright, everyone can resume their work now." With that, Alan Morgan turned and left without a single hesitation. Throughout his announcement, Nia Mitchell’s eyes stayed on Alan Morgan, trying to discern if anything about him was different. But his attire was the same as always, and his expression remained unchanged. She couldn’t detect any changes at all. Alan Morgan... doesn’t he care that Shirley Grant left? Remembering the box Shirley Grant had brought that day, and her tears, Nia Mitchell found it hard to bear. But Alan Morgan hadn’t even tried to find her. Shirley Grant’s departure... it seemed to have had absolutely no impact on him whatsoever! Thinking of this, Nia Mitchell pouted, unable to understand what exactly was going on between Alan Morgan and Shirley Grant. "Alright, let me be clear. Starting today, I am the Head Secretary of the Secretary Department. I don’t care how your previous supervisors led you; you must all get used to my habits. I hope we can cooperate pleasantly in the future." After Sophia Moore finished speaking, she curled her lips into a smile, glanced at Nia Mitchell, and then turned to sit down. Nia Mitchell was startled, not quite understanding the meaning behind Sophia Moore’s final glance. Before she could figure out what Sophia Moore meant, the internal phone on her desk rang. Hmm... Does Uncle Peary want coffee? Suddenly, Nia Mitchell found herself wondering what Maxwell Peary drank when she wasn’t at the Company. Answering the phone, Nia Mitchell sounded obedient and professional. No one could have guessed that she was the one who would be in the same private room as Maxwell Peary. "Two cups of coffee." Nia Mitchell raised an eyebrow. Two cups? Is there someone in the CEO’s Office? Strange, I didn’t see anyone come in. So, Nia Mitchell got up to make two cups of coffee. While she was making it, Sophia Moore looked at her three times. Well, I suppose it was because I was just standing there waiting for the coffee to brew, feeling a bit bored, so I was looking around. That’s probably why I happened to notice her looking. But why would Sophia Moore react like that? After the coffee was ready, Nia Mitchell carried the cups out. As she passed Sophia Moore’s desk, she paused. "Secretary Moore, is something the matter?" Nia Mitchell looked at Sophia Moore curiously, feeling that something wasn’t right. "It’s nothing. Continue with your work." Sophia Moore’s face was cold and expressionless, making it impossible for others to guess what she was thinking. Googlᴇ search 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 How could Nia Mitchell’s little mind possibly figure it out? So, she decided to simply ignore it.