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He wasn’t asking anything, but his cold gaze was traveling on every person’s face. 

“Mr. Sinclair. Ms. Mala is leaving…” Poor Dean tried to smile, “Sh…she is ready 

to take her team to some other room.” 

But Mala being Mala didn’t let him speak more, “Mr. Sinclair. He is trying to take advantage. This time he is the one bullying me.” 

Dean could not believe this. Just like last time she didn’t want to listen to 

anyone. Again! 

“Mala. You are taking it too far,” he knew that Marissa held value in Mr. Sinclair’s eyes and Mala wouldn’t be spared from Rafael’s wrath. 

But the lady wasn’t ready to listen to him. 

“Mr. Sinclair,” she cried, “this time again she is involved,” she pointed towards Marissa, “she and her team…” 

Dean closed his eyes. Now he wouldn’t feel guilty before going to bed tonight. He tried to save Mala. 

“Mala. Keep Dean out of it,” Marissa placed her hands on the woman’s shoulders, “Try to understand. It was me who didn’t have any idea that you were using this room.” 

Marissa didn’t know how to console a crying Mala. She was scared for Dean too. He might get fired because of her lame request. 

“Fire her!” Rafael Sinclair roared and left the hall, “and no one dare to follow me for changing my decision.” He barked. 

After he left, there was just silence in the room except for the small hiccups. 

of Mala. 

“I’ll… I’ll talk to Rafael, Mala. I assure you, I’ll talk to…” there were gasps around her when they heard the name Rafael from her mouth, but she was only concerned about Mala. 

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“You are taking his name as if he is your buddy,” Mala said trying to suppress her hiccups. But Marissa was more concerned about her job. 

“Don’t worry. Let me go and talk to him, Mala,” she quickly headed to the door and gave an apologetic grin to Delinda and Denzel. 

“I’m sorry,” she muttered but didn’t wait for their response and slipped into Rafael’s office. 

A man from Mala’s team at last spoke, “Mala. Whether you get your job back or not. One thing is confirmed. Marissa Aaron is my hero. Just look at her! Such a bold woman she is!” 

Everyone around them was nodding, while looking at Mala and Mala’s face had turned beet red due to the jealousy brewing in her heart. 

Who was Marissa Aaron? Just a small entrepreneur who didn’t know a thing about the corporate world. Last time she did the same. Broke a rule and became a hero by giving my job back to me. 

“Rafael!” Marissa halted in her steps when found him raging, sitting on a sofa. He was gripping the armrests tightly. 

Without thinking she went to him and bent down to hold his face, “Easy. She is just a silly girl who doesn’t know…” 

“Anyone who disrespects you, disrespects me, Marissa,” he said icily, “I can’t allow a random girl to insult you like this.” 

“Raf- Rafael…” She was a bit scared of his anger but something in her heart told her that he wouldn’t harm her. 

Closing his eyes, without warning, he drew her onto his lap. She didn’t fight it and settled her ass by shifting her weight a little. 

“If you keep firing them left, right, and center then they all will hate you!” she remarked. 

“And I don’t care!” he snapped, “I can’t allow anyone to walk over you. Let it set as an example so that nobody dares to mess with you.” 

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“They might hate me too, Rafael,” she muttered. 

“Then let them!” he passed her a glare and closed his eyes drawing her into his embrace, “Damn, Marissa. If I hadn’t gotten there, she would have kept throwing those insults at you.” 

Leaning her cheek against his chest she also closed her eyes. 

“Rafael!” she attempted to convince him once again but this time he made. her quiet. 

“Shh. Just stay like that Marissa.” Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Stay like that? Here? In the office?” there was amusement in her voice that cracked a few lines on the sides of his mouth. 

“Yeah. In the office. This is fuc*king our office,” it warmed her heart when he said our office. She knew he didn’t mean it this way. 

But still, she was happy. 

“Rafael!” she called his name slowly. 

“Hmm,” the room felt heavy when he hummed. 

“Were you serious when you fired her?” 

“Damn woman!” he said softly and at last opened his eyes, “you won’t give up. Will you?” 

She shook her head with a smile. 

Holding her hand, he raised it to give a gentle kiss on her fingertips one by one. She gulped hard and giggled. 

“They might think you are giving me extra leverage,” she chewed her lower lip, “I should go and let them know that she is back on her job.” 

“Fine. Have dinner with me then,” he said with a lazy grin. 

“I’ve been having dinner with you for the last few days, Mr. Rafael Sinclair,” she pointed out while rolling her eyes, and this time he chuckled. 

He didn’t want to bring up the word date because she would straightaway reject it. 

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“What I mean to say is… a dinner at some restaurant,” he suggested kissing her palm. 

“I hope that restaurant isn’t in Kalaar,” she said with a serious face, but he threw back his head and laughed hard. 

“Marissa!” he brought her head down and kissed her hard on her lips, “you please me, Marissa. Your presence excites me. Go and tell that woman, never to mess with you. Otherwise, I’ll get her killed.” 

Marissa was taken aback by the intense emotions and tone. The brutality in his voice had taken her by surprise. 

No. I’m just imagining it! He wasn’t serious. 

She thought while jumping off his lap. She needed to get to Mala as soon as possible. 

“Marissa!” she stopped but didn’t turn around when he called her, “From next time if you need any room just take it. You don’t need to ask anyone’s permission.” 

Marissa was too hasty to listen to him properly and left the room after a nod. Rafael got to his desk and picked up the intercom receiver. 

“Dean! From next time anyone in the office requires any room for the meetings or parties, they need to have Ms. Aaron’s approval.” 

Without listening to his reply, he slammed the receiver. 

Marissa Sinclair. You are the death of me.