Nia Mitchell kicked off her slippers and placed both feet on the sofa, sitting there with her arms wrapped around her knees.
"Alright, then I'll wait for you."
Maxwell Peary chuckled in agreement, soothing her with a few more words before ending the call.
After stowing his phone, Maxwell Peary looked at the others.
"What are you looking at? Carry on."
Alan Morgan wore an excited grin. Hmm, something's definitely up, he thought.
Does Maxwell Peary have a daughter now? Look at him, coaxing her like that. Such a tough guy showing his tender side.
TSK TSK.
"Boss? What was that all about? Care to share with us?"
Alan Morgan, utterly fearless, sidled closer, his face a mask of curiosity.
"Are you that idle?"
Maxwell Peary shot him a death glare. Alan Morgan shivered. Alright, the boss hasn't changed. He's still as... as cold as ever.
"Not at all! I'm very busy."
An icy aura emanated from Maxwell Peary as he abruptly stood up.
"You guys handle the rest."
