It's the same person

+Omniscient narrator+ 

For a moment, Adal Müller felt relieved upon hearing from his secretary that the girl he had recommended had accepted and was only waiting for him to indicate the time and place for them to talk and plan their contract marriage. One thing was on his mind - he could use the girl who would be his wife for special events, all for appearances, but he couldn't consider her his true wife. If there was one thing he was clear about with arranged marriages, it was that emotions would eventually ruin it. 

Adal took a big sip of his whisky as he pondered the pros and cons of the marriage until he suddenly came up with a couple of ideas to establish it in the contract. Without saying a word to his secretary, he went straight to his desk, got comfortable, and quickly took a pen to write down the main rules to maintain absolute control of the contract. 

A girl who has no feelings for him, who has no sexual desires, who does not fall in love, who always remembers that everything is a contract, and that everything is confidential. He stops for a few seconds and rereads everything he has written. He felt like something was missing, all because of the fear of being discovered and losing everything he has worked for. 

"She needs the money, she doesn't have to worry about discretion," Lucero says, approaching Adal. His secretary feels a lot of anguish that her boss doesn't want to marry her friend, that she doesn't want to meet his expectations, and that it took so much effort to convince her apartment friend. 

"I intend to offer her good benefits, and therefore, she has to pretend, although I would have preferred that we just sign that document, but we can't," Adal says. 

Again, Adal looks at what he was writing, going over what he needs to add. 

"That means the meeting she will have with her will be soon," he nods, as he had no other choice but to accept. 

It seems that the frustration that threatened to take over him has vanished with his secretary's confidence. 

"Tell me our problem is solved now," he says. 

Adal and his secretary are surprised by their friend's imprudence, entering without announcing himself, also because he doesn't want anyone to find out what he is about to do. 

"I'm working on it right now. Apparently, I've found her," Lucero says. 

"Who is she?" Alfonso asks, very curious, taking the paper Adal is extending to him. 

The room began to spin around him upon hearing that name. His mind came up with a single thought that began to flash again and again. 

Adal looked around and, satisfied with the result, told his secretary that he wanted the girl in the meeting room in an hour. He emphasized that the wedding needs to take place as soon as possible and that the meeting room must have fresh air, fresh flowers in the center of the table, and accompanied by red wine to celebrate the contract. 

Lucero assured him that her friend would be there in an hour and that no other details would be neglected. That was the last thing she said before rushing out of her boss's office, while Adal remained stunned by the step he was about to take. 

"I will start with the document," Alfonso said before turning around and leaving Adal alone. 

∾ 

The clock time had run out, and she still had not arrived. Adal felt furious about her tardiness, but in front of him, the contract was placed with precision along with a silver tray, coffee, and a selection of snacks. 

Adal knew that his secretary had done an excellent job with the details, but he couldn't say the same for his friend. For a moment, he considered forgetting the knot that formed in his stomach every time he thought about the girl he was going to propose to, and thought about rejecting her since her tardiness did not fit the image he needed. 

Although these thoughts tortured Adal, he decided to wait a little longer. Although the Italian girl did not fit his image, she was the ideal one since both of them needed the money. His secretary had not told him all the details of the needs of the girl he would marry. Still, judging by his employee's nervousness, she might have regretted something. 

Just as he was about to get up, the doors opened, and his eyes went straight to the door. A pair of big blue eyes stared directly at him without hesitation, and her expression was so clear that it indicated that this woman would not be the woman he imagined. Although he recognized those eyes, she was the same girl from the café who was in a daze. Her eyes contrasted sharply with her red hair, which was long and straight. Her prominent cheekbones highlighted her voluptuous mouth. It was incredible for Adal since he had an immense erotic dream with those lips. 

Gisela noticed his inspection and felt embarrassed, lowered her gaze while apologizing for her tardiness. 

He swallowed hard, distracted, her breasts were as voluptuous as her lips, and they fit perfectly with the curve of her hips. She was tall, almost as tall as he was. Her overwhelming femininity was wrapped in a passionate red dress. 

Gisela stood still in the doorway, as if allowing him to admire her before continuing to apologize. 

A little bewildered, Adal tried to recompose himself and clung to professionalism to hide his reaction. He looked at her with the same neutral smile he would give any business partner, knowing that she had come on behalf of his secretary. 

"Are you the person I've been waiting for?" Adal asked.