Marissa almost glided into the conference room. No more feelings of hurt or betrayal were there in her heart.
None of her teammates was with her.
So what? Rafael is here. And I don't know for how long he is with me. If he is here to stay or leave me again like he did in the past. At least he is trying.
She would wait for her team for five more minutes to show up in the conference room. And if even a single soul showed up, she would make sure to pay the person handsomely.
After all, there should be perks for believing in her.
She took a seat and rested her chin on her intertwined fingers, with her elbows leaning on the desk.
Dean was guiding a technician on what position the projector must be set. The slight frustration in his voice was evident when he explained each step in layman's terms. When he noticed Marissa looking at him, his expression softened.