Nia Mitchell's mouth twitched slightly. Was this Hazel Quartz's way of suppressing her?
She couldn't quite understand why Hazel would turn into someone like this.
Without saying a word, she quietly walked over.
"Nia Mitchell, go fetch me a glass of water."
Hazel, seeing Nia start to organize materials, immediately spoke up.
As soon as she spoke, the junior secretaries in the Secretary Department started chiming in with her.
"Get me a glass too."
"I want one as well."
"And me."
"Please, bring me one too."
"Get one for me too."
......
Almost everyone in the office wanted water.
Nia Mitchell frowned; there were at least twenty-something people in this office.
She only had two hands and could only fetch two glasses of water at a time.
Although the Secretary Department was not far from the Tea Lounge, it still took a few steps to get there.
She already felt that these people were deliberately targeting her.
"Alright,"
