Instead of going back to Rafael's office, Marissa stayed in the conference room and engrossed herself in work. There were so many things she needed to do, and she didn't want to think about what Rafael had done.
One day he was telling her that the palace was hers and the next day he made her food desk vanish just like that. Poof!
Bravo, Rafael.
She didn't negate Rafael's orders in front of the employees as she didn't want to show them that they weren't a team.
"Marissa!" No one was prepared for this loud voice that made everyone jump, "You have hit the lottery with his one."
Marissa tilted her head and found Peter's beaming face. He was out to visit the White Palace and now couldn't hide his excitement.
"That is the best location for my murals," Peter dragged a chair close to her, against the marble floor and sat on it, "There were so many ideas running through my mind when I was inspecting the location. That palace is a masterpiece."
