The event discussions were going on in full swing and all Marissa could think of was the kiss he did on her knee and told her that she looked good sitting in his seat.
The way he bowed to her as if she was a princess and he was her loyal subject.
Nobody was aware that today she arrived with the president of the MSin through the VIP route. He not only showed her the way but also made her sit in his seat.
He kept insisting her to have coffee with him, but she didn't want to stay there any longer. The Rafael who used to shower affection on her was blind and this one. Staring back into his green eyes was the hardest part of this deal.
"Marissa. What do you think about this new proposal?" A man who was there to solve their technical problems asked Marissa, snapping her back to the present.
"Hmm? Sorry. Could you repeat that?" poor her, came out of her dream world and tried to pay attention to the discussion at hand.
