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The event discussions were going on in full swing and all Marissa could think of was the kiss he did on her knee and told her that she looked good. sitting in his seat. 

The way he bowed to her as if she was a princess and he was her loyal subject. 

Nobody was aware that today she arrived with the president of the MSin through the VIP route. He not only showed her the way but also made her sit in his seat. 

He kept insisting her to have coffee with him, but she didn’t want to stay there any longer. The Rafael who used to shower affection on her was blind and this one. Staring back into his green eyes was the hardest part of this deal. 

“Marissa. What do you think about this new proposal?” A man who was there to solve their technical problems asked Marissa, snapping her back to the present. 

“Hmm? Sorry. Could you repeat that?” poor her, came out of her dream. world and tried to pay attention to the discussion at hand. 

“You seem absent today,” Shang–chi chimed in, “we were just discussing the layout changes for the event. They want your input for it.” 

Marissa tried her best to drift back her thoughts to the present, “Yeah. Sounds good to me.” Her mind wasn’t even able to register whatever was being discussed there. 

“Oh, dear,” Delinda breathed near her ear, “you seem a bit distracted. You should have stayed home today.” 

“I’m fine. Really,” she insisted with a forced smile, her fingers brushing over her knee where his lips touched. 

“Marissa. I have been asking you something and you still can’t pay attention,” the tone of the man was not polite and had frustration in it. 

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“I’m sorry, George. I’m not myself today,” it was best to apologize instead of being defensive about something where the mistake was hers. 

They all looked at the door when saw Dean knocking on the open door of the hall. 

“Hello, Ms. Marissa Aaron. Any news of Kate? Has she sent you any message about coming late?” Marissa shook her head. Kate never took her as her in charge and very rarely followed rules.. 

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“I’m sorry. I just checked my emails. There isn’t any from her. Should I call her?” Dean waved his hand at her query and left. 

“Thank God she isn’t here today,” Delinda whispered, “just look how positive the environment is today in her absence,” She clasped her hands like a kid. 

Before Marissa could remark on that, a middle–aged man casually headed towards her desk and pulled the chair across from her to sit on it. 

“Hello, Ma’am. You must be Ms. Marissa Aaron. I have heard a lot about you,” He offered his hand for a handshake and Marissa didn’t take time to shake it. 

“You are mister…” She trailed off giving him a chance to introduce himself. 

“I’m Denzel,” he introduced himself, “I was appointed while you were on leave. And no one was ready to help me except Mr. Dean.” 

Delinda eyed the man who came to her once and was quite rude to her. 

“Oh,” Marissa moved her head, “You should have come straight to Delinda, and Shang–Chi. They both are sweethearts and will happily facilitate you.” 

“I came,” he exclaimed quickly, and Marissa noticed his eyes were on Delinda the whole time, “but they said they were not authorized to help me.” 

Marissa could detect a twinkle in his eyes, while Delinda was fuming sitting beside her. 

The way, this man was twisting the situation and her words, Delinda wast simply appalled. 

“Ms. Marissa. Don’t they arrange any activities for their employees?” he 

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asked her and started rotating his movable chair. 

Instead of Marissa, it was Dean who answered him juggling with a pile of files on his one arm. 

“We do arrange this stuff but before that, you are supposed to work, Denzel,” Denzel chuckled. Marissa looked at him secretly and found him tall and 

attractive. 

Delinda was still huffing in frustration but didn’t utter a single word in his presence. Marissa’s eyes shifted between them and then a thought occurred to her mind. 

What if I set them up? 

“The thing is, Mr. Denzel…” Marissa leaned forward to place her elbows on her desk, “Ms. Delinda told me about you,” her whisper was loud enough to be easily heard by Delinda. 

The skin between the man’s brows pinched a little, “She did?” 

“What?” Delinda tried to open her mouth, but Marissa quickly squeezed her shoulder to make her stay quiet. 

“Yeah. She did. And to tell you the truth she was too guilty about that.” 

Denzel gave a suspicious glance to Delinda whose eyes were now on her friend with no idea what she was up to. 

“Umm. Ok… then I guess… I’ll approach her,” He licked his lips with his tongue while Delinda was looking for something nearby that could be used as an escape from the situation. 

Maybe a folder, or a paper, or even just a pen so that she could hold it for some time and show herself busy. 

Dammit. She wanted her hands to get occupied with something. This was embarrassing. 

“So, if you need any help, Denzel,” Marissa smiled, “you can ask her anytime. you want. Let me assure you. She is a sweetheart,” The last line was said by 

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Marissa with sincerity. 

Denzel got back in the chair, and eyed Delinda openly, “Is that so? Can you help me with all those numbers and columns I asked you last time about…” 

Delinda was speechless when found him looking at her and talking to her. She could only give a slight nod to her head. 

“Great. I’ll be back in a minute,” He left the seat and went to his place which was on the corner of the hall. 

“What are you doing?” Delinda hissed near her ear and Marissa found her utterly cute. 

“I did nothing. He is an attractive man. Help him, Del!” she said biting back her smile. 

“I thought we were friends,” Del made a pout quite dramatically and Marissa placed her fist in front of her mouth to hide the smile that threatened to escape from her sweet friend who wasn’t in the mood to be sweet at the 

moment. 

“You are enjoying it! Huh!” Del accused, narrowing her eyes at Marissa who was trying to pay cupid here. 

Marissa took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, “Relax,” she said reaching out to gently touch Del’s arm, “Go and enjoy yourself. Life is too short to spend alone,” 

Look who is talking! Someone from her head gave her a reality check. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Delinda bit her lip looking torn, “And what if he is married?” Delinda narrowed her eyes. 

“Look!” Marissa turned her chair to face her friend, “If he is married just explain the stuff whatever he is interested in, and send him away. But if he isn’t, then prolong that discussion and go for a cup of coffee. See! It’s easier than you think,” Marissa seemed to be in high spirits now. 

Delinda opened her mouth to argue when they heard the same male voice, “Ms. Delinda. Can we have that discussion?” he was standing there carrying 

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a folder in his hand like a high school boy. 

“S–sure. Have a seat,” Delinda stammered. For some reason, she was also feeling like a teenager. 

“Dean!” Marissa called out to Dean when he was leaving the hall. He turned to look at her and raised his brow questioningly. 

“They need to discuss something. Can you allot them a conference room so that they can have this discussion in privacy?” Dean thought for a moment, remembering the last time Mr. Joseph asked him to keep all the demands and requests made by Marissa Aaron on top priority. 

No matter how unimportant it was and how silly it sounded. 

Even if the president was busy in the conference room, he was supposed to vacate it promptly upon Ms. Aaron’s orders. 

“Sure, Marissa,” he said sweetly and then directed his gaze towards Delinda and Denzel, “Please follow me. You can discuss it in the conference room.” 

Dean had seen the cold side of Rafael Sinclair, and he didn’t want to be in his bad books. But today for the first time he felt bad for his wife. 

Was Valerie Sinclair getting good treatment from her husband?