Chapter 3

• As she opens her eyes, the light tells her it's very early, at least six in the morning.
• She gets up with some laziness, but knowing she can't stay in bed for another minute, she has too much to do today.
• She steps into the shower, lets the water wake her up, and then comes out to slip into a navy blue dress that hugs her body, but is extra comfortable, five"centimeter heels of the same color, and a belt that breaks the monotony, in gold."
• She styles her hair in a high ponytail, grabs her things, her bag, her work folder, and heads straight to the kitchen for a quick breakfast.
• Before leaving the house, she stops by the guest bathroom to brush her teeth and apply the only bold makeup she wears, red lipstick. When she opens the front door, the car is waiting to take her to the office. As soon as she gets in, she greets the driver and starts making calls.
• She doesn't even notice the journey because there are too many things to do.
• As soon as the car stops in front of the huge office building, Giselle rushes out, phone in one hand and her thick folder full of papers in the other. Her day is packed, and she has to fly to every place.
• "No, that can't happen again," she says, very annoyed, "because I'm the one who has to put out the fires."
• No one knows who she's scolding, but that's not important right now. She walks through the door, nodding cordially to the doorman, who smiles at her... because she enters the same way every day.
• As she steps into the elevator, she ends one call to start another. There's a certain man in her life who owes her an explanation for not contacting her in the last four days.
• The life of Giselle Sparks, a twenty"four"year"old girl and heir to Sparks Public Relations, is this hectic. She's considered the best at what she does and she's just getting started. Her father, Phil Sparks, is her biggest fan and admires the way his eldest daughter defends the reputation of the company he worked so hard to build."
• For that same reason, he doesn't mind going on trips because he knows his daughter, his right"hand woman, will do an excellent job of keeping SPR's image at the top in Los Angeles."
• As the elevator doors open, she rushes to her office, greeting everyone along the way. When she reaches her assistant Tomy Joules' desk, she drops the folders, gives up on calling her father, and sits in front of the man.
• "Mr. Joules, I need those proposals sent as soon as possible, but the first one that needs to go out is..." she takes out some papers and hands them to him, "...the proposal for Senator Smith."
• "Do you think he'll accept it?" he asks, taking the document and standing up to scan it.
• "It's up to him, my job is to improve relationships with the community, not perform miracles," she shrugs, stands up, and smiles at him. "If my father calls, put him through immediately. Any other call, I don't exist."
• "Very well, Miss Sparks."
• She buries herself in her desk, going through emails in detail while jotting down things she needs to consider.
• Some of those emails are from new clients seeking the company's support to improve various areas, some internal.
• "If they need us to communicate with their own employees, things must be really bad," she smiles, shaking her head, and continues with her work.
• She's so absorbed in the task that when the phone rings, it startles her, something that happens at least five times a day.
• "Miss Sparks, a call from Senator Smith," Tomy dares to interrupt her because he knows that's not "just any other call."
• "His assistant? What does he want to tell me?" she frowns.
• "No, the senator himself. Line one."
• "Darn it!" she fixes a strand of hair that escaped her high ponytail and then hits her forehead because it's not a video call. She dials "1" and takes a deep breath before answering. "Giselle Sparks, how can I help you?"
• "In absolutely everything you proposed to me, Miss Sparks "the senator's tone makes her relax a bit and lean back in her chair.
• "Senator Smith, I'm glad to hear that you liked our proposal, when would you like to schedule the meeting?"
• "Today, if possible "and Giselle opens her eyes as if the man were looking at her.
• "Your assistant told me that your schedule was full for today, that's why I decided to send the proposal by mail, senator "if there's something that bothers her is being lied to and having her time disposed of in that way.
• "Well, that is very true, but this is more urgent for me. I apologize if I cause you any inconvenience."
• "Don't worry, you just have to tell me the time and place, I will send one of our best collaborators..."
• "No "the man says categorically", the only reason I accepted the proposal is because your signature was on it. I assumed that you would take care of my image."
• "My signature is on all proposals, senator, as a support for the work that will be done, but I do not take clients directly. I also have a tight schedule."
• "I am not just any client, Miss Sparks "Giselle rolls her eyes, because occasionally she comes across clients like that, who think they are more important than others". I regret that you have to make adjustments to see me, it is up to you to decide whether to be my public relations manager or I will look for another one."
• "We can reach an agreement "if she tries to negotiate it is not because she urgently needs the client, she has hundreds and better than the senator, because they give her fewer problems. But she cannot deny the prestige that attending to such an important man will give to SPR". We will have to find a way for you to have what you need from us and for me to continue leading the company."
• "I understand... at noon, at my house."
• "Perfect, we will see each other there."
• After hanging up the call, she lets out a snort because she hates going to her clients' houses, but a live news notification comes to her phone, distracting her from her discomfort. When she opens it, she grimaces at what her eyes see.
• The same businessman as always, with one of his weekly scandals, she turns off the screen and continues with what she was doing.
• "I can't believe that some women would stoop to such things... especially with men like that, how horrible."
• The morning passes slowly for her, however, she still has many pending tasks when it's time to head to the senator's house.
• "Mr. Joules, please take all the calls from my office."
• "Are you leaving with the senator already?"
• "Yes, I don't want to rush..."
• "Miss Sparks! "one of the girls comes running with some documents", sorry, but I need you to sign these documents..."
• "Maggie, I'm about to leave, does it have to be now?"
• "They are from human resources, I'm sorry..."
• Although she is almost running late, she must sign those papers, because some are raises and others are performance bonuses.
• She checks that the names and figures are correct, signing as she verifies the information. By the time she finishes, she is already late if there is traffic on the way.
• She rushes out, takes the elevator, and prays that no one else gets on the elevator. Fortunately for her, that day the universe is on her side... until that moment.
• She drives carefully, at the maximum allowed speed and following the GPS directions. But not everything could be so good.
• An impact leaves her a bit dazed for a few seconds, a pain settles in her body until she sees the red car that hit her on the passenger side.
• She gets out to argue with him, but the man's whole figure leaves her stunned, more than the crash itself. She forces herself to act like an annoyed woman, to not jump on him.
• After arguing with the man, who was quite good"looking, she gets back in to keep her appointment with the senator. Although it would be better to go to a hospital, the senator's call leaves her even more irritated."
• He didn't believe her about the accident!
• It's a challenge, a challenge to her credibility and prestige, she won't let a stupid rich boy in a red convertible make her look bad in front of one of the most important men in the state of California, so the hospital is put aside, at least for a couple of hours or until her body can take it.
• However, those gray eyes keep coming to her mind over and over again, as if her destiny had been tied to them since their cars collided.