A secretary's sour voice echoed through the office.
Nia Mitchell finally raised her head, looked around, observing everyone's different expressions, before her gaze finally settled on Sophia Moore.
"Shouldn't you start packing your things?"
If she were to take over, there would certainly be a lot to hand over. Alan Morgan's resignation was so sudden; clearly, he probably hadn't had much time to prepare for the handover.
Sure enough, shortly after Nia had said this, Alan Morgan reappeared at the entrance of the Secretary Department's office.
"Sophia Moore, what are you dawdling for? You can pack your things later. Come here first."
Alan Morgan frowned and, after speaking, headed directly for the CEO's Office.
Sophia Moore's face flushed then paled; she stood rooted to the spot, a mixture of embarrassment and anger churning within her.
Nia Mitchell, enjoy your triumph. Let's see how long till you cry.
