NovelBarAs she mulled over this, the desk phone rang. It was the secretary's sweet voice. “Miss Brown, Mr. Fowler, CEO of the Fowler Group, wants to tee off with you this afternoon.”
She was obviously referring to Marcus.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGolf? They had breakfast together this morning. Why didn't he mention it then, instead of having his secretary to make the call and relay the message? After a moment's thought, Melissa replied, “Three in the afternoon, then” After hanging up, Melissa tapped out a message on WhatsApp.
“Lame-ol” She even added an eye-roll emo.
It took Marcus about half an hour to reply.
“You weren't like this last night when | was on your bed. You wanted me bad” Melissa's cheeks burned red.
Marcus had nailed it. She had desires too.
With Marcus parading around like that every day, who wouldn't feel something? Before three in the afternoon, Melissa received more news.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAnd it was good news.
Alan agreed to invest in the Waston Group's 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 Group's stocks soared.
Albert even called personally. “Melissa, you've proven me right. This is a gamechanger” With a small grin, Melissa replied, “As long as | don't disappoint.” After hanging up, Melissa was in high spirits.
Then, Marcus rang her. He sounded peeved.
“Why haven't you come yet?” Melissa checked the time; it was already five.
She apologized to Marcus, “Sorry, | got held up. How about we reschedule?” Marcus’ voice dropped as he replied, “You know what? If you let me have you tonight, we'll reschedule this to next time.
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