Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: 182- Never Ever!

"Was this floor always this crowded?" She asked Dean after closing the last file on his desk. Today she was doing all her tasks here.

"No, dummy. It all happened after the event team hiring. Mr. Sinclair issued special orders not to send you on any other floor," he shrugged and bent over to have a close look at the laptop screen, "and making you stay meant, not to let them leave. So yes. Thanks to you."

Marissa didn’t know how to react. Rafael went through all this pain just because of her?

Was the guilt such a powerful emotion that it could make you change your lifelong decisions?

She got up from the chair and stretched, "God! My back hurts," she muttered dropping her arms by her side.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked her, watching her above the laptop screen.

"Meeting about the new venue is scheduled," she said collecting her files busily.

"Didn’t you like the last venue?"

"It was good, but I want to try other options too. I think there our chef’s tables won’t be as visible. The idea and the purpose to represent their cultures will die," she stuck out her tongue in a funny way, making him chuckle.

"Moreover," she continued, "I need to have enough buffer to handle any unexpected delays."

Dean nodded, tapping his pen against his chin, "That makes sense. But is it really the only thing you are concerned about?"

"No. The mural designers aren’t getting ideal positions to display their work. The venue people aren’t ready to let them place false walls except near the entrance. Obviously, a mural isn’t needed with entrances only."

With a nod, Dean offered a small smile, "You seem to be covering it well, Marissa." He complimented her.

Marissa chewed her inner cheek in deep thought, "The credit goes to you, Dean. You’ve been an amazing trainer."

For some reason, Marissa found it funny at the way they both were complimenting each other.

She went to the other hall to meet her team. She needed to show them the other venue on the projector that she received this morning in the email.

Her team was seated in groups, and she could hear the slight murmurs while they were discussing work with each other.

In the far corner of the hall, Nina and Valerie were seated along with Kate. They were talking in hushed tones, giggling now and then.

Marissa clapped thrice to get her team’s attention, "Alright everyone. Let’s move to the conference room for our venue discussion."

Some of the team members started gathering their things, while Kate who had a sarcastic smirk playing on her lips, leaned back, "Well. Marissa!" she cooed, her eyes narrowing slightly, "Umm. I don’t think I’ll be joining you," she started blowing her hand nails as if she just got them painted.

You want to play? Then let’s play it my way! I’ll teach you how to play, bitches! She silently challenged Valerie and Nina