DAMIAN
I arrive at my house with a painted smile. Making my way to the workshop, I grab a beer from the fridge and take a sip, reminiscing about Miss Molina. I never anticipated she would be this way—so tender in her personal life. She's incredibly reserved, and I've come to admire her intelligence and efficiency. I had no idea she lived with her grandmother, who takes care of her and worries about her.
This afternoon, I forgot for a moment that I need a wife, a perfect wife.
Something stirs within me. Miss Molina is not only an excellent businesswoman, but today, I realized she's also a devoted granddaughter. She may be able to assist me. I trust no one else. We can have that presidency, and no one will suspect anything.
But how? If I were to propose such a partnership, she would like
