The meeting was going well. Nina was diligently noting down all the points with every employee’s name.
She wanted to change a few things just to show her power.
"Ladies and gentlemen. It was so good talking to you. I need to tell you a few things and I really appreciate that all of you are here. In this way, you all can carry on the duties in a more organized way."
Nina stopped speaking when Delinda raised her hand, "Yes? You want to say something?"
Delinda got to her feet, "Ma’am, all the employees aren’t here. Ms. Marissa Aaron usually arrives late. She is our head and sometimes we need a person to whom we can confide in about our tasks."
Nina didn’t want to make a face.
Oh yes. Marissa is also a part of this event then why she isn’t here?
"Speaking of her," this time Valerie took the attention of the audience when she got up beside Nina, "From now on, there is no head but us. We’ll be looking out for all your problems. You have an issue? Come to either of us, and you are good to go."
Nina was nodding her head in her favor.
A few employees didn’t seem happy with the decision, but Nina didn’t need their approval. After all, she was also the owner. She couldn’t leave everything on Marissa.
What kind of game was she playing?
"Do you know anyone from the HR department?" Nina asked the event group and pursed her lips when found them shaking their heads.
"There is only one whose name is Zara," Delinda told her, "We aren’t acquainted with her but have seen her around."
"Hmm. I’ll ask someone from the HR department to make gold cards for you. Cards should be compulsory just like they are in other branches of MSin," They all kept moving their heads while listening to Nina.
Then and there, Nina rang a bell. When a peon arrived, Nina asked him to send Dean inside.
"Your cards will be finalized soon and then we can discuss the table positions on the venue. How many tables are expected by the way?"
"Four," Kate spoke, "Including mine, there will be three more for Shang, Delinda and Marissa."
Nina wanted to roll her eyes. She still remembered how Marissa used to be involved in kitchen matters of the house.
What was that silly girl thinking? Would she win Rafael’s heart with her terrible cooking?
Since childhood, Rafael always got food from the best chefs hired by her.
"For selections, who tasted her food? Did she even cook it herself?" she asked no one in particular.
"There was a jury who tasted the food, ma’am. She dropped her main dishes on the floor and was left with one dish. The jury took decision solely on that dish," Kate informed them.
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