Nia Mitchell was taken aback. A student?
"Oh, I'm sorry to have troubled you. You have his phone now, so please call a woman named Fiona Sutton. She'll go take care of Professor Northwood."
The student on the other end hesitated for a moment, glancing at Charles Northwood lying on the bed.
"Okay, I understand."
After hanging up, Nia Mitchell lay on her large bed. She thought about it for ten minutes, still feeling a little worried, so she decided to call Fiona Sutton herself.
"Hello? Have you already found me a job so quickly?"
Fiona Sutton was in the middle of doing laundry. Hearing her phone ring, she ran over to answer it.
Nia Mitchell paused, suddenly a bit embarrassed.
"No, I thought it was too late, so I was planning to call tomorrow."
After all, EdbertNia Mitchell was a big boss, a very busy man, she reasoned. She hadn't wanted to bother him at night.
