Dean pushed open the conference door and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes landed on Marissa who was hastily packing up things.
Her laptop was placed on a desk, her dossiers were stacked neatly on the corner table of the room. She was moving around, organizing the event charts together.
"Marissa!" Dean's voice had both confusion and concern, "What's going on here?"
Marissa paused for a moment, glancing up at him. Dean could see calmness on her face but knew better. There seemed to be a lava inside her that could explode any minute.
"Are you mad at me?" he asked her, searching her face for a reaction, but she didn't respond to him. He cleared his throat and asked again, "Are you mad at me, Marissa?"
This time she didn't even look at him.
She could still feel the rage due to last night when she tried to convince Rafael that the event people should be called back.