Chapter 49- Chill
That evening when everyone was leaving the office, Marissa stayed back to discuss some points with Dean. If the president had handed over her some duty, then she needed to take it seriously and complete it wholeheartedly.
"Can you wait for me a little longer? I need to go to the first floor and meet someone from the Finance department," Dean asked her in a rush jogging towards the exit door.
"Sure," she sat down on his seat and started revolving his chair slowly. There was no sound right now and she was sure her kids would make fun of her if they would see what she was doing.
"Gosh! This is fun! I should take it home or maybe in my kitchen where I can sit and pass the orders to my employees ..." She patted the armrests like a child and resumed the activity until she felt a pair of eyes probing her back.
With a pout, she twisted the chair and found Rafael Sinclair standing there observing her actions with a serious face. However, she didn’t miss the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"I... I’m... sorry... I was just," She was about to stand when he stopped her with the wave of his hand and approached the desk.
"Keep sitting, please," she felt odd when he took the other seat across the desk, "I needed to talk to you about something...umm. About this weekend..."
She realized that the weekend was just two days ahead.
When she nodded, he continued, "Have you talked to ... them... have you talked to my kids about this meeting..." he couldn’t continue when she started shaking her head,
"Mr. Sinclair. They are our kids," This reminded him of what he had said just a few days back.
"Yes. Our kids," he chuckled, "Did you talk to them?"