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    Shit!


    Marissa felt as if her hands were burning. She quickly stashed her phone in her purse trying to forget about the message.


    It felt like Rafael had nothing on his hands and was very apt in his response. Going to the meeting room in a daze, she almost made up thousands of scenarios. and text messages in her head.


    No, Rafael<i>. </i><i>I </i>wasn’t <i>missing </i><i>you</i>. <i>??</i>


    Rafael<i>. </i><i>I’m </i><i>busy</i><i>. </i><i>Will </i><i>talk </i><i>to </i><i>you </iter.


    <i>Hey</i><i>, </i>Rafael. <i>How </i>are Valerie <i>and </i>Nina? Say <i>hi </i><i>from </i><i>my </i><i>side</i><i>.</i>


    “Marissa,” Delinda spoke in a hushed tone, “You have again that dreamy look on your face. Wipe it off and


    focus!”


    Marissa cleared her throat and got seated. There was a low chatter in the room until the doors opened, and Joseph came inside followed by Dean.


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    “How is everyone?” he asked formally and started studying the file ced before him.


    “Ms. Aaron,” he spoke and nced up with a


    professional smile, “How is ev


    thing going? I hope


    you and your team feel quite at home in MSin.”


    Marissa silently thanked Delinda for alerting her at the right time and ced her pen on the desk, “We all are enjoying our work immensely, Mr. Joseph. I can vouch for my team. They are doing every duty that is assigned to them.”


    Joseph seemed impressed and when he spoke again, his voice was warm, “So wee aboard everyone. We have a lot to cover regarding the Kanderton event.”


    He then closed the dossier and ran a quick nce at everyone, “So from where should we start?”


    Peter raised his hand, “Mr. Joseph?”


    When Joseph nodded Peter continued, “Marissa has finalized our mural designs and has asked us to add a few things. But I request you to send us to the main event venue. My art depends on the space per area square. If it’s not ording to our expectations then


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    we won’t be able to adjust our designs at thest


    minute.”


    Joseph noted something in his tab, “Dean. Can you do that?”


    “Sure, sir. I’ll take the cam before the weekend.”


    Joseph hummed and again typed something on his MacBook.


    “Ms. Delinda. Why don’t you tell Mr. Joseph about the chocte fountain?” Marissa signaled her friend and then turned to Joseph, “Delinda and Shang Chi have some amazing food ideas that cover desserts, cocktails, and sd bars too. Not ording to Kanderton culture but from their home countries.”


    Joseph gave an appreciative nce their way, “Seems like your team is more than ready, Ms. Marissa. Every one of them seems to know their tasks. Good job! Here I would add…” He trailed off when the door opened, and Kate sauntered in with a confident smirk on her


    face.


    “Sorry, I’mte,” She said, not looking the least apologetic, “But I swear Mr. Joseph. I have something good to share… and that’s the reason I’mte.” She


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    took the only empty seat and started fixing her hair.


    Joseph frowned and didn’t let it show on his face, but


    he had always hatedters who were never


    ashamed of it. I appreciate your efforts. Ms. Kate. Share with us, what deal you have got up your sleeve.”


    Kate bristled slightly pressed on. “I have arranged a premium supplier for the furniture décor of the event. And let me tell you. He is giving us the best possible


    rates.”


    Marissa was appalled at the woman’s behavior. She was here as a home–based chef and offering Joseph


    furniture meant that the home–based event nners would be losing their jobs.


    Joseph must have felt it too because his cordial smile had turned a tad sharper, “Premium suppliers you say? Premium supplier isn’t only about lesser money but also about quality, the setup and about timely


    delivery…”


    Kateughed and opened her mouth to say something when Dean spoke this time, “Mr. Joseph and Mr. Sinir have been quite clear about this topic, Ms. Kate. If you don’t have anything better to say, then


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    Marissa cleared her throat and quickly canceled the call. Her face could sense Mr. Joseph’s eyes on it and that was adding more tension to the situation.


    She mumbled a sorry and aced her fist under her chin, with her elbow leaning on the table, “Ms. Kate. The answer to your offer is No. As Dean said, we already have entrepreneurs for everything.”


    With that, Joseph continued with the meeting. Marissa had switched her phone into silent mode now and she could feel vibrations through her bag.


    Delinda might have felt it too.


    “Is it your crush calling you again?” she whispered to Marissa. Marissa’s eyes didn’t leave Mr. Joseph’s face while shaking her head.


    How immature of her to save it as ‘crush‘. Anyone from the office might see and can make her life a living hell


    here.


    She wanted to do her duties as a team head and then


    get over with the event.


    “Marissa!” Delinda whispered again and Marissa now wanted to tell thedy to get quiet. She wasn’t letting


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    “Marissa!” Delinda spoke again.


    “What!” Marissa whispered back sharply.


    “Mr. Joseph is waiting for your answer…”


    What!


    She nced up and found not only Joseph but too many pairs of eyes focused on her.


    “He is asking about table arrangements in the hall,” poor Delinda was again there to save her ass and Marissa felt like she wanted to turn into an insect and


    crawl out.


    “How could we, Mr. Joseph,” she managed a confident smile, “Dean just said he would be taking us to the venue before the weekend. I do have some… ideas in my mind but those can be finalized after having a look at the ce.”


    Thank God!


    Joseph nodded and got busy questioning other team


    members.


    This meeting needed to end otherwise she might embarrass herself.


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    The meeting was again disturbed when the


    receptionist of the VIP floor walked in, “Mr. Joseph! Mr. Sinir is on the line and wants to talk to Ms. Aaron.


    He is saying he needs urgen


    formation on


    something rted to the event.”


    Marissa didn’t know what to do. She turned her face to look at Joseph who waved his hand, silently allowing


    her to go.


    Rafael Sinir! What’s your problem?


    When the president noticed, she wasn’t responding to his messages or calls, he called on the VIP floor’s main desk to connect to her.


    “You are a jerk, Rafael!” Muttering under her breath she got up and didn’t miss the wicked smile on Delinda’s face.


    “Definitely a jerk!”


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