Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

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Marissa was sitting beside Delinda close to the bed where her seven-year–old was fast asleep under heavy sedatives. 

He just had his appendix surgery and was treated on time. 

“I’m so thankful to you, Marissa. I have never seen someone like you who thinks of others,” Marissa was holding her hand and for some reason she was reminded of Abigail who had a weak heart and any day her doctor could announce her surgery. 

“I did nothing, silly. Thanks to Dean and our CEO who made prompt decision,” 

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Delinda abruptly got to the kid’s bed when saw him stirring in his unconscious state, “Oh, I think he is waking up. I need to call a doctor.” She happily pressed the button and Marissa didn’t miss the glow on the mom’s face. 

When she got out of the hospital it had started drizzling. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

What they all must be thinking? They must be having the 

impression that I’m a nepotism case. Since the day I was appointed as a head, I could only utilize the least amount of my time on the job. 

Either it was a late arrival or an absence or this hospital visit. 

What am I doing to myself? I’m a caterer dammit. The owner of a small business. This job was never for me. Then why did I decide to go for it? Because of handsome payments? 

She was getting confused now. Ever since she had joined MSin, she 

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had been doing everything except cooking. 

She needed to talk to Dean and ask him to hand over this title to Kate. She might be bitter, but she was not wrong. 

If she had the required qualifications, then she was a deserving candidate. Not her. 

She was waiting for a cab when the same uniformed chauffeur got off a Porsche and bent a little, “Ma’am. Would you prefer to go to the office or home?” 

She had seen this luxurious beauty in the office parking and was aware it belonged to Rafael. The first thought that came into her mind was to argue, hail a cab, and leave. 

However, she was no more a teenager but a mature grownup woman who needed to act according to her age. Not like an 

immature brat. 

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Rafael was doing all this, not because of her but because of his kids. Once the kids get closer to him and come to know that he was their daddy then obviously he’ll keep offering such favors to her as 

the kids‘ mom. 

It was up to her to either stop it altogether or set a limit to all this. 

The latter idea seemed more attractive. 

“Thank you,” she bobbed her head with a smile and got inside the car, “take me office please.” 

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“Yes, I know Mr. Sinclair wants to talk to you but he is very busy, Ms. Kate,” Dean didn’t want to get annoyed by her stubbornness 

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but here she was testing his limits. 

Close to his desk, the mural team was finalizing their sketches in a sketchbook. Dean had asked them to submit their work along with 

the color combinations. 

The event had started getting the hype among the celebrities and the public. By now, the media was after him to spill some beans as they were hiring small business owners of Kanderton city. 

Dean and Kate looked up when the elevator doors opened with a ping sound and Marissa stepped out. 

“Oh, you are here,” Kate said with a cold attitude, “Has someone ever told you that being a head means staying and working along. with your team instead of roaming around…” Marissa threw an irritated glance at the mural artists and found them looking at her. 

“I was not roaming around,” she explained to those artists instead, “Delinda’s son was admitted to the hospital, and she needed someone along with her. Today he had appendix surgery.” 

“Why you?” Kate cocked a brow and gave a questioning look to those artists. Other teammates had started coming out of their 

rooms too. 

Though Kate was not screaming but she was loud enough to let everyone hear whatever bullshit was crossing her mind. 

Marissa was already disturbed by Delinda’s situation and now Kate creating issues was the last thing she wanted here. 

“Fine! Go to Mr. Sinclair and tell him that I’m not interested in this designation,” she snapped and was about to turn around when 

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Kate spoke again. 

“Yeah? Making me bad in the eyes of Mr. Sinclair?” Marissa rubbed her temples with her fingers and then raised her index finger as if she was thinking. 

“I guess, you’re right,” without giving a chance to anyone, she walked up to the president’s office door and Kate scrunched her nose turning to Dean, “Shouldn’t she take your permission before. setting her foot in that room?” 

Dean didn’t answer. Kate making noise on everything was getting on his nerves as well. This was a VIP floor, and everyone was supposed to maintain silence and respect here. 

And that was close to impossible in her presence. 

Marissa opened the door and didn’t bother to close it behind her, giving everyone a clear view of what was going on inside. 

“Mr. Sinclair,” she said loudly, “I need to go back to my kitchen and do my job… this in–charge thing is not for me.”” 

She didn’t want to cry but Kate’s rude words were getting to her heart. She was already sensitive because of Delinda who never told her that she was a single mom and had nobody to look after a kid. 

It seemed it was normal for that woman to leave her seven–year–old behind, all alone. 

Kate whispered to Dean, “Today no one can help her if she gets kicked out of this building by Mr. Sinclair. Look he is having a meeting.” 

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Dean this time ignored her and gestured for moral artists to carry 

on with their work. 

He knew better that Rafael would never do any such thing to Marissa. 

Like, come on. The man changed the office rules for the lady.