As she mulled over this, the desk phone rang.
It was the secretaryâs sweet voice.
âMiss Brown, Mr.
Fowler, CEO of the Fowler Group, wants to tee off with you this afternoon.
â
She was obviously referring to Marcus.
Golf?
They had breakfast together this morning.
Why didnât he mention it then, instead of having his secretary to make the call and relay the message?
After a momentâs thought, Melissa replied, âThree in the afternoon, then.
â
After hanging up, Melissa tapped out a message on WhatsApp.
âLame-o!â She even added an eye-roll emoji.
It took Marcus about half an hour to reply.
âYou werenât like this last night when I was on your bed.
You wanted me bad.
â
Melissaâs cheeks burned red.
Marcus had nailed it.
She had desires too.
With Marcus parading around like that every day, who wouldnât feel something?
Before three in the afternoon, Melissa received more news.
And it was good news.
Alan agreed to invest in the Waston Groupâs project, which came as a pleasant surprise.
Melissa quickly called for a meeting, instructing the PR department to spread the word.
Sure enough, before the stock market closed, the Waston Groupâs stocks soared.
Albert even called personally.
âMelissa, youâve proven me right.
This is a game-changer.
â
With a small grin, Melissa replied, âAs long as I donât disappoint.
â
After hanging up, Melissa was in high spirits.
Then, Marcus rang her.
He sounded peeved.
âWhy havenât you come yet?â
Melissa checked the time; it was already five.
She apologized to Marcus, âSorry, I got held up.
How about we reschedule?â
Marcusâ voice dropped as he replied, âYou know what? If you let me have you tonight, weâll reschedule this to next time.