Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

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Today was one of those rare days when Kate was reporting earlier than usual. Ever since Rafael told her that she would get the café in the building, she had started putting efforts to win her bosses‘ hearts. 

Today she just exchanged pleasantries and went to her seat. Sipping her hot coffee, she stared at her laptop screen. 

Was 

She had to finalize the menu report. Every chef had submitted it except her. Dean had been reminding her subtly, but she postponing it for some time. 

Today she wanted to get it done. 

However, no matter how much she tried to be attentive, her focus. kept drifting. After spending hours sitting on her seat, she felt as if her ass had turned into stone. 

This brain fog was not letting her work. 

“Hey, Kate. How’s it going?” Shang–chi asked dropping by her desk. 

“How’s it going?” she chuckled sarcastically not even bothering to look up, “Just trying to finalize this menu and look at me. It seems I have never cooked in my entire life.” Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Need help?” he offered but she shook her head. 

“I just need some brainstorming. When all my colleagues are coming up with amazing ideas, here I’m trying to decide what to present because apparently, all my previous ideas are too common or not worthy enough.” 

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“Relax!” he pulled a chair near her, Discuss with me what you have in mind. We might come up with some ideas.” 

“Thank you, Shang. And by the way, where is Marissa?” 

She looked around searching for the face, she hated most but had to bear with it. Anyways. Marissa was clearly jealous because she didn’t get the café opportunity. 

Shang–chi’s eyes also wandered around, “I don’t know where she is. She usually arrives on time.” 

“I don’t think so,” Kate shrugged, her eyes fixed on the laptop screen carefully, “She took a short leave and a full leave and still you think… well… anyways… let’s not discuss her.” 

Kate clicked her tongue inside her cheek and started typing. She kept discussing her menu with Shang–chi who kept grilling her until she did come up with some unique ideas. 

“You are a honey bun,” lifting her bum from the chair, she hurriedly 

kissed his cheek. 

After he left, she took a deep breath and refocused. 

She checked her watch for maybe a hundredth time, “I’m running 

out of time. Marissa might take this opportunity to fire me or insult me if I don’t prepare it soon.” 

Muttering to herself, she kept typing the words. Talking to 

Shang–chi did help her a lot. At last, after a couple of hours, she was done with the menu. 

She also needed to mention the ingredients of each dish so that none of their guests would have any allergic reactions. 

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“Urgh! I deserve a vacation!” she chuckled and saved her work. Getting to her feet, she stretched her arms, “Hey, Pete!” 

She called the mural artist who was supposed to go to the venue 

earlier than them. 

“Can you get me a printout please?” 

*** 

While going to the Dean’s office that was adjoined to Joseph’s, her heels were clicking on the polished floor. 

Standing outside, she shifted her weight and took a long, deep breath before knocking on the doorframe. 

“Hey, Dean. Got a minute?” Her voice was confident but had a hint of tiredness too. Dean was leaning over a file as if he was trying to eat and digest it. Unconsciously he was brushing his fingers. through his hair. 

“Hmm. What is it?” he asked absentmindedly, without looking up at 

her. 

“Can you review the menu? It did take my energy but thankfully it’s done,” she said with an exhausted smile and took the seat across. 

from him. 

Dean finally moved up his gaze, “I think you are with the wrong 

person?” 

“Excuse me?” she blinked in surprise. 

How dare he say such a nasty thing about Amir? 

“Yes. You must go to Marissa and show her this report. She is the in charge of such stuff. You are approaching the wrong person” He 

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pointed his thumb towards his chest. His eyes flickered back to the paper in front of him and he started nibbling the pencil he was holding between his fingers. 

This time Kate did give him an over–brightened smile, “Ahan. Go to Marissa!” she leaned forward, placing her arms on the desk, “And how I’m supposed to do that? Space travel to reach her? Because she hasn’t arrived at the office yet.” 

This time Dean frowned and gave her, his full attention “Marissa hasn’t arrived yet?” 

Kate shook her head and got up from the seat, “It’s more like a game in this multinational office MSin. I was the one who suggested Mr. Sinclair to hire an in charge among one of us as you were too occupied. And look! We don’t have anyone to go to.” 

She left the office with that wicked grin. 

Marissa should have known whom she was messing with. After arriving at her desk, Kate almost threw her dossier onto it. 

The sharp thud drew everyone’s attention. 

“What’s the matter?” a colleague who was passing by, stopped. 

“Nothing!” she retorted haughtily, “Mind your own damn business.” 

She held her phone in her hands and started typing a message to her fiancé, “I’m sick and tired of this Aaron girl, babes.” 

She was waiting for the reply to her text when her phone started ringing. 

“It’s good to hear your voice love. What’s up!” after hearing his voice she wanted to forget about Marissa but that seemed to be 

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impossible for the moment. 

“What has she done now?” he asked her sleepily and she moved to a spot that could give her a little privacy 

“She is in charge but knows how to take advantage of everything,” Kate murmured her complaint with a pout. 

“Don’t worry, love. Do you remember the file you gave her?” she thought for a moment and rolled her eyes. 

“Come on, Amir. That property belonged to her. Can’t we discuss something else?” She didn’t know who to handle first. Her boss or 

her fiancée? 

Both were pulling her like she was a rubber band. 

“That’s not the issue babe,” she felt his voice dropping to a whisper, “the file you gave her wasn’t the one.” 

“What!” she shouted and then covered her mouth with her palm, her eyes darting left and right. Thankfully there was no one 

around. 

“Yeah. You gave her the wrong file. The address was quite similar so you or that bimbo didn’t bother to cross–check it.” 

“Uh–huh. Th… that means… I have to take back the file… right? Mr. Sinclair would… push me… Oh, my God! Amir…” she trailed off not knowing what to say. 

“Don’t take the file back, honey. Do you hear me? Don’t take the file. 

back.” 

“But… but… why?” 

“Because the man who owns the file has reported it missing. The 

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Police are looking for the file and the person who has it.” he 

chuckled meaningfully. 

“And the person who has it?” Kate spoke in such a hushed tone that 

for a minute she thought he hadn’t heard her. 

Yeah. The person…” he laughed loudly. That person will be 

arrested right away. Hahaha.”