Marissa was still fuming when she stepped into the reception area. The reception girl was wearing a badge that said Zara. She was walking ahead, and Marissa could see how well-toned her hips were.
Now stop thinking like a pervert, Marissa.
She scolded herself and got to the phone. The receptionist took her seat and Marissa didn't know how to give Rafael a piece of her mind in Zara's presence.
"Hello?" She almost snapped into the receiver making the receptionist shoot a curious glance at her.
"Hi!" Rafael's voice came out of the receiver making her feel giddy.
As always!
"I was in a meeting," she hissed and then gave a friendly smile to Zara.
"Oh, ok. By the way, how are you?" he was so casual as if he did nothing and it was routine for him to call her to the reception just to talk to her.
"I need to go back as I just told you I was in a meeting," she repeated in a sharp whisper.