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.
