Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

33  33- Enjoying it!

"How are you, honey?" Kate smiled when she got a text from Amir.

"I'm good. Especially after last night… wink"

She waited for his naughty reply and chuckled when her phone beeped, "Oh. You tasted good… Kate…"

"Down there?"

"Oh, everywhere. Ha-ha. By the way, how is the office? I hope that thief is not bothering you much," he asked her, and she started typing with a pout. She knew who he was asking about.

"Office right now is a drama. And your thief tenant is responsible for it."

Amir seemed to get impatient, "Why? What happened?"

"That vile girl. She dodged the guards and brought us to the VIP floor. The security barged in when we were in the middle of some kind of speech," her fingers were hurting due to continuous typing, but she kept doing it just to share the moment.

"See? I told you that she is trouble. That's the reason I didn't want her there with you. Don't worry, love. I'll come up with something."

"Yeah, I'm sure, honey. Got to go. Bye."

She closed the chat and leaned her chin on her phone. People were back to their seats and Mr. Joseph had resumed the speech.

Kate was very much aware that no one was paying attention to whatever crap he was uttering on the mic. They were more interested in the drama that must be taking place outside this room.

***

"Marissa? You?" Rafael couldn't seem to believe his eyes and left his seat, "Why are you standing there? Please take a seat."

He gestured towards a seat and headed to her.

"No thank you, Rafael… I mean … Mister Rafael…" She cleared her throat and looked for any sign of fury on his face. The only thing her eyes could take was his broad shoulders.

She was ready to put up a fight until he wouldn't listen to her and would agree to whatever she was going to demand.

"I'm not here to sit, Mr. Sinclair. The woman out there. You didn't listen to her side of the story and fired her. Don't do that please."

He seemed a little aback by the request, "She tried to bully you?" C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Now it was her turn to be surprised, "What?"

"She bullied you, Ms. Aaron. I … I can't let that allow in my office."

Oh, you prude man! Your wife and mom did the same to me! But alas! She couldn't say it.

"She just did her job. It was our mistake to let that happen. She asked us to wait for our cards and we didn't."

"What do you want me to do?" he whispered, and she felt like he was trying to memorize her features.

"Take her back," Marissa now wanted to get out of the office. His eyes were making her uncomfortable, "Please take her back. I think she needs this job."

Rafael started scratching his head.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath and Marissa frowned thinking she was responsible for this frustration.

"Fine! Ask her to stay!" he said abruptly, and she couldn't help it when her face lit up.

"What?"

"Yeah!" he nodded, "Just warn her never to do it again."

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Sinclair. I'll ask her never to bully anyone," She clasped her hands together in excitement. She couldn't believe that Rafael agreed to it just like that.

No arguments. No explanations required.

She repeated, "She won't bully anyone."

"Especially you!" she froze when heard his next words, but he was nodding his head at her, "Yes. Convey it to her. Ask her never to bully you. You or your friends don't need any card to come up to this floor."

When Rafael found her eyes still glued to him, he shrugged, "You know I am a big foodie. So, no card for caterers. They are allowed to roam around in this building," He gave her a tightlipped smile and turned around to go back to his seat.

Marissa who was standing there like a fool, not understanding what else she should do now, heard him again, "If you want, you can join me for coffee!" There was amusement evident in his voice, but she ignored it and made it fast outside the door.

Mala was sitting on the couch staring at the floor. Her nose had turned red, and she was wiping it now and then.

Even Dean wasn't there with her.

She dashed to console her, "Hey. Please stop crying," She asked the receptionist silently for some help who was quick to hand over a box of Kleenex to Marissa.

"Listen, Ms. Mala…"

Mala didn't let her speak… as usual.

"He never listened to anyone. No one in this office can convince him easily. I don't know what I'll do. How I'll manage without this job?" she had again started crying.

God! She was even bigger drama than Kate.

"Ms. Mala. You don't want to listen to anyone and then expect empathy. Can you just listen to me once?" she lost her patience and snapped at her, "In the conference room, everyone was trying to explain it to you about the situation, but you still went ahead and tried to get me arrested."

Marissa didn't know when Dean came to stand behind her, "She is right, Mala. Stop playing the victim card and listen to her."

Mala sniffed and at last raised her tear-filled eyes at Marissa, "I just talked to the Mr. President. He has agreed to keep you, but he doesn't want bullying in the future."

She didn't convey his special instructions.

Mala's mouth was hung open, "H…how is it possible? He never stopped anyone. His decision was always final."

In answer, Marissa could only shrug.

Mala quickly wiped her face and got up, "Are you sure? I mean what if he takes it as a threat if he'll ever find me here."

"No. Marissa is telling you the truth. You have still got this position. Just stop being overly dramatic," Dean winked at Marissa and waved his hand, "Now you Marissa… shoo away and don't miss the rest of the speech."

He was still smiling when Marissa gave him a sheepish grin and left. Mala was also slowly walking to the elevators in a daze. He placed his hand inside his pocket to take out the phone when it started ringing, "Yes, Mr. Sinclair?"

"Dean. Next time, if Marissa Aaron needs a favor, facilitate her immediately. No need to send her to me for any kind of approval."

"Yes, sir."

Rafael had disconnected the call and Dean was thinking hard. He had never met Mr. Sinclair's wife Valerie Sinclair. But he wasn't able to understand who Marissa Aaron was. Nobody gives freedom to an old mistress just because she was the mother of the kids of the president of MSin.

He had a hunch.

Rafael Sinclair would never give this much free hand to his wife. The question was, what was the story behind Marissa Aaron?

She was a decent lady and never gave him mistress vibes.

He needed to do some digging to understand it better and for some reason, he was enjoying it.