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“Are you crazy? Why would you do something like this?” Kate was only wearing a bra and panties and knew when the doorbell rang that it must unir. 

“Amir. We can talk later. I’m late from work,” she went back to her closet and placed a few of her clothes on the bed. 

“Late from work? Why the hell did you rummage 

through my stuff? It was my personal stuff and you… you almost stole my property file.” 

Kate was getting bored of this thing. His eyes were swollen, and he wasn’t even decently dressed. The torn shorts and the sando he was wearing were stinking. 

“Honey. We’ll discuss this later,” she kissed his cheek 

and closed the bathroom door behind her. 

He opened her fridge and took out a jar of strawberry jam. Sitting at the counter he started slathering the sweet sticky treat on the bread. He was fuming. 

How dare Kate thought that she could make decisions 

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regarding his property on his behalf? She was his fiancée. Not his owner or wife, 

After spreading jam on a few slices, he closed the jar and was about to take a bite of the sandwich when a 

hand grabbed it from his grip. 

“You are a sweetheart. Thank you so much. I was 

starving 

“So am I” he barked but she didn’t take offense. 

“I know sweetheart” she pinched his cheek, “You can make more. At least you are not getting late from the 

office.” 

Amir kept observing her roaming around all dressed up. She was wearing makeup and had a piggy tail that was shaking with her every move. 

He didn’t know what to do. 

He might have money, but girls also wanted a handsome man for themselves. Kate was beautiful, smart, and a trophy girl for him. 

He couldn’t dump her just like that. 

“Fine!” he saw her wiping the jam from the corner of her lips provocatively, “Ask them to hire me as the 

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event’s furniture supplier.” 

Kate who was chewing the sandwich, stopped moving her mouth and looked at him, “What?” 

“Yes. Talk to them and help in getting the event furniture contract,” Kate knew that was next to 

impossible. 

The higher management of MSin already disliked him. 

“Alright. I will talk to them. Our CEO is out of town, once he returns, I’ll try to…” 

“Come on, love. This is the technology era. Fax him. 

Send an email. Talk to him on call,” he finished 

meaningfully. 

*** 

Marissa spent most of the night clutching the file to her chest in sheer disbelief. It was indeed a miracle that Amir sent his fiancée with the file just because he said all the dues were clear? 

What was going on? 

Did Amir hit his head somewhere and lose his 

memory? 

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She slept late and as a result, Sophie was waking her up in panic. 

“Sleepyhead! You have office today, bit *ch!” 

Marissa bolted up and had to hold her heavy head. The late night gaming then beer and then file. 

She quickly looked around for the file to ass 

that it wasn’t a dream last night. 

Damn. It wasn’t a dream, indeed! 

erself 

She picked up that file and placed it safely in the cupboard. After the shower, she had a good look at her closet and then immersed her face lazily in the folds of 

her clothes. 

“Marissa! What are you doing? Trying to suicide?” Sophie’s shrill voice was playing with her brain cells right now. 

“No!” her voice was muffled against her clothes, “I just realized I don’t want to dress up.” 

“Oh!” she felt Sophie’s hand on her back in sympathy, “so you are in a mood to go to your office nake*d?… Girl! You are becoming bolder!” 

Marissa turned to her and made a pout How to tell 

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her best friend that she missed Rafael? His presence brought a spark to the office. 

And maybe to her life as well. 

She decided on a plain blouse and 

loral georgette 

skirt just above her knees. Remembering something she picked up her phone and took a close look at her call log. That night when Rafael called her on her phone and asked her to stop looking down through the 

window. 

She had saved his number by the name, ‘Crush‘. 

Yes, it was her phone, and she would do whatever she would please. 

This phone was her only personal space. 

When she entered the office, she raised her nose and tried to sniff the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling 

the air. 

“Morning, boss!” Shang–chi teased her good–naturedly. 

“Good morning, Shang. Morning everyone,” she called out, making her way to her desk, “I need coffee in my system. Urgh.” 

She groaned when sat down and held her head. 

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“Is everything good?” Delinda asked her in a whisper. 

No. I miss my children’s father. 

“Yeah. Everything except I got up late and couldn’t have coffee this morning.” 

Delinda stood up in concern and headed to the coffee station, “I’ll get you a cup. Sugar?” 

“No, sugar, please. Just black coffee!” Marissa settled back and opened her laptop. She glanced around and found a colleague heading up to her. 

“Here. This weekend my sister brought some baked cookies. Try them with your coffee,” Marissa wanted to 

kiss the man. 

“I love you, Wyatt!” he chuckled before placing the foil–packed cookies on her desk. 

When Delinda returned with her coffee, Marissa looked at her colleagues, “So what’s the agenda today?” 

“We have a team meeting in an hour with Mr. Joseph,” Peter informed her, “We all need to finalize the 

presentation for the Kanderton event.” 

Marissa nodded, half listening as she sipped her 

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coffee. 

“You look drowsy!” Delinda commented, “Late night?” 

“Because I am drowsy!” Marissa scrunched her nose. 

I am shocked because I am the owner of the property unexpectedly. And Rafael is with a wo who he 

thinks is his wife, but she isn’t. 

“Marissa. You have again zoned out. Better drink this coffee…” 

“No, worries. I’m awake. I’ll be more awake after this cup. No worries, Del. I’m good!” she sipped coffee from her cup. 

She then placed it down with a frown and got up again, “Where is Kate? Has anyone received any message from her?” 

She wanted to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. 

“No message and no call from her,” One of them informed her, and she plopped back into her seat. 

Where the hell was Kate? 

*** 

After drinking coffee, Marissa was feeling better. 

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She grabbed her purse and took out her phone. She scrolled for a few moments until she found his 

number. 

Rafael’s number. 

Should she call him? 

Or maybe send a message 

Hi! How are you? Hope you are well. 

Hello. Hope everyone at home is well 

Hey! Kids are missing you 

Hey! Girls are missing you. 

Hey! Alex is missing you 

No. Alex doesn’t even talk to him. 

Hey, Rafael When are you coming back? Need to 

discuss something about the event 

Gosh! What was wrong with her? 

Delinda frowned when saw her busy in thoughts with her phone pressed to her forehead 

“Marissa! Is there a problem? You can share it, love.” The woman was always ready to offer her shoulder to 

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“No, Delinda, I’m good!” she showed her a thumbs–up sign and unlocked her phone, Chewing her lower lip, she started typing the message. 

“Hello, Rafael.” 

That’s it. Should she send it or not? 

She started drumming her fingers on the screen. 

“Come on you all,” Dean announced in the doorway, “time for the meeting.” 

Just for a split second, she raised her face and when Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jooked back at the screen, she was horrified, 

The message was sent due to the constant drumming of her fingers. She gulped hard and wanted to throw away her phone in the bin. 

She was about to toss it in her purse when it pinged. The message was from Rafael. 

With a racing heart, she opened the message, 

Hello, Marissa, Missing me already? 😉 

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