Orders

+Gisela+ 

It took me a long time to decide, my pillow didn't let me think much, since it came to my mind that my grandmother will need more money for my father and his needs. Lucero's words kept going through my mind until I hit rock bottom and felt that my only way out was to sell my life to the devil, to that old man who would get me out of all my problems. However, I never imagined that the person I was waiting for was the same person I crashed into in front of the café. 

I remember perfectly what I said before she left the apartment; I told her that I would marry her boss, that I had no choice but to sell my dignity because I have nothing. Desperation has driven me to make that drastic decision. Her response was that everything I do is out of the love I feel for my parents, showing that I am capable of anything to not leave them on the street. 

Today, while at work, I received a sudden call from Lucero, telling me that my meeting would be today and that I could not make excuses or refuse. She told me that I had to ask for permission and that I had no choice but to go to the apartment and wear one of her dresses, the ones she uses, specifically she said it was the red one, and then hung up without giving me the opportunity to object. 

At that moment, I had no choice but to do everything Lucero ordered me to do, against my will to become a crazy liar, I went to the boss and told him that I had to go home because I was sick. 

Aaahh, I remember as if the recorder was repeating itself. My legs were trembling, my body was automatically starting to sweat, and not to mention the air that I was lacking. Yes, I admit that I am bad at lying; I get nervous, I start stuttering and sweating. 

That contract is becoming a curse because I haven't signed it and I already have to lie. 

My boss was amazed to see me in his office and at the same time showed me too much concern because he tells me that I am the only employee who never misses work or gets sick. He did not hesitate to get up from his desk and come towards me, and I, like a stupid person, stepped back and fell to the ground like a brute. As best I could, I quickly got up and told him loudly that it was not necessary. The boss had no choice but to let me go. After the permission, I thanked him and ran out of that office, as if I were competing in a marathon. 

My problems did not end there, after leaving the law firm, I had to go to the apartment and look for the dress, the heels, and do my hair, and no one could believe it, but literally, I looked like a complete lunatic running back and forth. 

When I arrived at the apartment, I started to get agitated and take off my clothes to take a bath, as my entire body was sweating like a horse not to insult the poor animal, but it was true. After leaving my clothes on the floor in my path, I took a fifteen-minute bath before heading to Lucero's closet to find the damn dress. I felt uncomfortable being there and at the same time a complete intruder. For a moment, I looked at myself in the mirror, and my heart squeezed at the woman I was becoming. 

Two hours later, I had to rush out. I took a taxi out of consideration for my high heels, but halfway through the journey, the damn taxi stopped because the traffic was terrible. The enormous problem was that my nerves and Lucero's insistent calls didn't help much, so I made the decision to get out of the taxi and walk to Lucero's boss's company. God... it was a penance. My feet hurt, my back was hunched, and my will to live was diminishing. 

The damn devil got into my thoughts, and I even felt like throwing myself off a bridge, but minutes later, I came to my senses when I remembered my parents. No matter how much my shoes were blistering my feet or how tired I was, it was all for a purpose.

Half an hour later, I arrived at the company, late, in pain, tired, and all Lucero did when she saw me was call me irresponsible. Aaaahhh, she didn't understand that the high heels didn't help because if I had come in sneakers, I was sure I could have run instead of walking like the exorcist. 

The latest disaster of Gisela was being late for her appointment, and to top it off, the man who needed to get married was the same one she had crashed into and dazzled. Everything seemed like a fairytale. 

Now I have nowhere to put my face. The perfect and dangerous man for my mental stability is right in front of me. I won't deny that he intimidates me, makes me nervous, and worst of all, he keeps looking at me from head to toe, as if I had my face painted. 

When I walked through that door and saw him, I thought he would talk to me the same way he did yesterday, but he kept his distance and emphasized why I was there. 

Did I get angry? Yes, I couldn't help but get angry with him, because yesterday he showed me another side of his personality, and now I feel like he's a damn jerk. 

Now I'm seeing the other side of the coin, although my friend says he's the best man in the world, he's not. 

I relax because it's evident that I'm nervous, and he's noticing it. It's not good for him to realize it. 

Enough! It's time for me to sign. It's no use reading a contract that I have to lie and obey all the time.