"I’m Lola," she breathed, dropping a battered portfolio on the table with a thud that made the glass water jug tremble. "Lola Vargas. The Fine Arts Institute sent me. I’m the... uh... visual interpreter for the project?" Nx 1926 Download — Siemens
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"I make things suitable for people," Lola said, her voice softening. "And right now, Mr. Cortés, this project is labeled No apto para artistas . But that’s exactly why you need one."
When Lola crashes into Mariano’s boardroom (literally), he dismisses her as a disaster waiting to happen. She is, in his professional opinion, absolutely unsuitable for the world he lives in. But when fate forces them into a proximity neither can escape, Mariano begins to realize that perhaps he isn't afraid of the art—he’s afraid of what she sees when she looks at him . The meeting room on the 42nd floor was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Or, in this specific case, to hear the frantic clicking of high heels running late.
Lola blinked, her fear suddenly replaced by a flash of indignation. She looked around the grey, sterile room, then back at the man who seemed to be made of the same material.
Mariano stared at her. He looked at the smear of cerulean blue on her cheek. He looked at the chaotic stack of papers that were now sliding out of her folder. He felt a muscle twitch in his jaw.
Lola Vargas is chaos incarnate. A painter who wears her heart on her sleeve and oil paint on her jeans. She is months away from losing her scholarship at the prestigious Fine Arts Institute unless she can find a "patron" to fund her final thesis project—a project that requires her to capture the "soul" of the city’s coldest building.
Mariano Cortés lives his life by a strict code: numbers don’t lie, emotions are a liability, and art is just a bad investment. He is the CEO of a brutalist architecture firm, building grey, concrete monuments to efficiency. He has zero patience for dreamers.