Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

Joseph glanced up from the file to have a look at his friend who looked unusually happy. He knew the reason.

He was the only one who knew what Rafael was planning to do.

"I wasn’t expecting you to come to the office today. Shouldn’t you stay with your kids and your beloved wife?" Joseph took off his reading glasses and almost dropped them on the smooth surface of the mahogany desk.

Rafael was still peering at the annual report on the screen with furrowed brows.

Joseph leaned back with a relaxed smile on his face, "Tsk! The trip was supposed to rejuvenate you and here you are worried about numbers."

"Yeah. Numbers," Rafael muttered tapping a finger on the report, "I’m waiting for a call actually but just to kill time I need to do something."

Joseph moved ahead to have a better look at his friend’s face, "Call? What call? Or am I missing something?"

"Nah!" Rafael waved his hand, "there is a police officer who needs to be taught a lesson. I’ll tell you everything later," He said busily and then turned back, all business, "I can see a significant increase in the sales of this quarter, however, the operational costs have also risen."

Joseph’s eyes had amusement in them, "Why worry about operational costs when we are in green? Operational costs will soon stabilize. It always does."

Rafael sighed leaning back in his chair and rubbing his temples, "I know, I know. It’s just ... there is always something..."

"Before this meeting, your smile was unstoppable and now look at you. Stop taking the tension of these numbers. I think you should enjoy this time with Marissa."