Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: 181- History Will Repeat Itself.

Humming to herself, Marissa didn’t use the private elevator to enter the office. Today was a new day and she wanted to start everything with a fresh and better mood.

Yesterday the way, Rafael and Dean made her feel that she wasn’t alone, she felt relief after such a long time.

Someone had gotten her back.

She adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder, glancing around when her eyes caught the sight of a familiar figure standing near the desk in another corner of the hallway.

"Dean?" she called his name with a surprised smile, "You are early, man. As always."

Dean who was leaning over a stack of files, lost in some thought straightened and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Hi, Marissa," he mumbled more to himself and started putting the files one over the other, "What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you have used the VIP floor?"

Marissa took off her bag and raised her nose to inhale the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air.

"Umm. Coffee!" Closing her eyes, she sighed.

Dean looked up, at last, a warm smile spreading across his face as he straightened up, "Yeah. I’ll bring it in a minute. But you haven’t answered my question. Why a different passage?"

She shrugged and took the seat at a nearby desk, "I don’t know. Just didn’t feel like using it," she clicked her tongue and revolved the chair at ninety-degree angle. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

Dean went to the kitchen to fetch some coffee for them.

It was a bliss to have the office entirely to yourself. Just within a few minutes the hustle and bustle would soon start.

And with that Nina and Valerie came to her mind. Urgh!

But now she was not alone. Right?

Rafael had told her that he would accept any decision made by her. Last night, she couldn’t meet him as he had to go somewhere.

In the middle of the night, he joined her on the bed when she was peacefully sleeping. They met in the morning for a brief moment because Abigail was getting cranky and wanted to spend some more time with Daddy.

She raised her face when found Dean coming out of the kitchen with two mugs of coffee.

"What were you thinking right now?" he asked placing her cup on the desk and taking another seat right across her.

She chuckled and tsked, "Nothing. Just about the usual people."

Dean felt sorry for her. His gut feeling was telling him that she was about to face much more in this office and that was the reason he had called a guy to the office with Rafael’s permission

He just had to ask the President in a text message, and he said OK.

"Oh. The usual people? Nina and Valerie?"

Marissa just laughed it off. Even their names used to give her panic attacks.

But not anymore. She thought with a smile.

"Hah. My coffee is already bitter, Dean. Do me a favor and discuss something else. Soon she will be here barking orders," she groaned, casting an annoyed glance upwards.

Dean nodded before taking a sip from his coffee, gulping down the smile along with it.

He kept their conversation strictly off Nina or Valerie. Anything except those two wicked women. He didn’t want to upset Marissa.

Suddenly their conversation was disturbed by the sound of the elevator doors sliding open. A man in a navy suit stepped out, his eyes scanning the area before settling on Dean.

Dean was quick to stand from his seat, "Ah. Just in time."

Marissa was looking at the man in confusion, she had never seen him around.

Dean turned to her, his face growing serious, "You need to accompany me to Mr. Joseph’s office, Marissa. Can you spare a moment for that?"

With curiosity on her face, she stood up and followed Dean inside Joseph’s office. The newcomer man opened his briefcase and took out a machine.

"What’s going on?" she asked him in a whisper when saw the busy man clicking the different buttons on the machine. Maybe he was adjusting some settings.

Dean gestured for her to step forward, "We need your fingerprints on our official record," he leaned ahead to move the machine, "It’ll only take a second."

Marissa stared at him in confusion and tried to speak when he chimed in, "You can ask, Mr. Sinclair if you want."

She thought for a moment and then decided to call Rafael, "Give me a moment please."

You are doomed, Marissa. You are doomed. She thought while listening to Mark’s boring talk.