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Rafael who was talking to his executives about a report, stopped talking and looked up with a frown. 

“What is it?” he rose to his feet and rounded the desk to get to her, ignoring completely the other three men sitting in his office. 

“Is Delinda alright?” he asked her in concern. 

In her haste, she didn’t realize that she had placed her hand on his arm, “You need to come outside. Please.” 

He examined her hand for a moment where it was touching his 

arm, “Sure.” 

He followed her outside and Kate stood up from her seat with shock evident on her face. She wasn’t expecting Marissa to drag the president out of his office. 

Everyone seated had gotten up in respect and a small crowd had gathered in the hall. 

“I request you to announce that Ms. Kate is the event head from now onwards,” Rafael looked closely at the tired woman who seemed too upset to accept any sane reasoning. 

Instead of replying to her, he ran a slow gaze at the small crowd, “And why should I do that, Ms. Aaron? Are you questioning my 

decision?” 

This was the first time, he was talking to her in this tone. This was 

the same tone he used when she was trying to tell him that she was his wife. 

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He knew that if he would use his gentle voice, she would never listen to him. He didn’t give a damn about others. But he did care about her sentiments. 

“Does anyone have any objections to appointing Ms. Aaron as the person in charge here?” he asked in a loud no–nonsense voice. 

His question was met with silence. Nobody dared to utter a single word in his presence. 

“If you all know even a little bit about management, you should be aware that this position doesn’t require a physical presence. A good manager can easily manage everything on phone calls. Am I right, Mr. Dean? As you are the most eligible employee of my Kanderton office.” 

Dean who wasn’t prepared for this question rubbed his hands against his pants, 

“Y…ves… sir… indeed… Mr. Sinclair…” 

A small smile graced Rafael’s lips. “Very few of you know but last year, Dean was admitted to the hospital for food poisoning. Hist family lives in Morocco and he needed someone with him. Christmas holidays had started. Joseph and I took turns to stay beside him. Being a boss doesn’t mean that one needs to stay in the office building and show the world how hard workers we are. In today’s world, we need to tackle everything quite smartly.” 

All the participants were nodding their heads. One of them who was responsible for the event dance floor design raised his hand hesitantly. 

When Rafael nodded, his hand dropped down, “It’s not even a 

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week since Ms. Aaron became our in charge. In our short communication, I found her utterly understanding and empathetic.” 

Another one spoke, “Some people might not be happy with this decision, but I am, sir. Managing everything requires skills, not a few pieces of paper in the name of documents. You are running this multinational across the globe quite efficiently and I don’t think you would make a rash decision.” 

The other people standing closer were nodding their heads in 

agreement. 

“That’s right, Mr. Peter, Rafael then tilted his head to have a better look at Marissa who was playing with her chipped nail. 

“Ms. Aaron. Carry on with your duties and come to me directly if there is any problem. Here at MSin, we don’t snatch the positions rather we prepare the people for the upcoming responsibilities.” 

He was about to turn away when Marissa stopped him, “Approach you directly… but how… is it possible.” 

He smiled and motioned towards his open office door where the executives were still seated, “just like you did a few minutes back,” 

Marissa chewed her lower lip when she heard chuckling sounds. from the crowd. Suppressing her smile, she nodded, “Sure, Mr. 

Sinclair.” 

The buzzing in the hallway slowly dried down when people started walking to their working stations. Everyone seemed happy and contented with the announcement except one. 

Kate. 

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She huffed in frustration and left the hall to have coffee in the cafeteria. But then all the frustration evaporated when Dean called her from behind, “Be here after ten minutes. Mr. Rafael would like 

to talk to you.” 

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Seated in Mr. Sinclair’s office she was giving subtle glances to the expensive wooden furniture. The monogamy desk was well organized. Mr. Sinclair was signing the files that Dean just brought inside the office when she followed him here. 

Once Mr. Sinclair was done with the files, he put the pen in the holder and straightened in his seat. Adjusting the dossiers in his arms, Dean nodded at her and left the room leaving them alone. 

Rafael left his seat, and she was about to do the same when he signaled her to remain there and headed up to her. 

Wearing a white shirt with black pants, his jacket was hanging on the stand in the corner of the room. His top two collar buttons were opened, and she could see the skin exposing from there. 

She cleared her throat and tried to smile, “You wanted to meet me, Mr. Sinclair?” he had leaned his hip against the desk and was quite 

close to her chair. 

“Ms. Kate. I’m not used to long conversations. You said you have got certain certificates?” she could only nod, not knowing where this conversation was heading. The only thing she was aware of was his male cologne. 

He leaned forward and whispered near her ear, “I’ll suggest you shove those certificates up your ass!” 

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Kate gasped and was taken aback by the absurd remark. The classy and well–groomed Rafael Sinclair’s words didn’t match his status 

and class. 

“Mister… Sin…” 

“Yes, Ms. Kate. I’m a sin when there is bullying going around in my office. I usually don’t spare the bully and rarely give chances to them,” he then got back with an amused expression on his face, “Next time I catch you bullying and passing mean remarks on anyone you’ll be out of this building.” 

He then got up and walked to a showcase that was sitting in the corner. He slid the glass and took out a red dossier from there. He took his seat and opened the file, “Please remember to stay in your lane otherwise next time you’ll face direct consequences. I’ll personally make sure to throw you out of this window and tell the media that you couldn’t sustain the work pressure and decided to sui*cide…” he said it so casually like he was telling about the weather, “Now get lost from here…” he snarled. 

She felt as if she got bail from the prison and just wanted to get out of it when heard him calling her name again, “Ms. Kate?” 

She just twisted her neck to look back. He wasn’t even looking at her, “I know it’s next to impossible but please try your best not to show me your face around. And don’t worry about that push from this window. Usually, people survive. They don’t die,” his eyes were still on the papers, “They just lose their legs and arms… and become crippled.” 

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