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***External Narrator***

To some arrogance takes the place of greatness, inhumanity of firmness, and deceit of wit. Whoever wrote this must have had to meet Mathis Johnson at some point in his life. This is not far from the personality of the latter. Mathis Johnson, this cold and calculating man, is one of those wealthy businessmen who believe that his money gives him too much authority over others.

It goes without saying that money is very important in everyone's life. It helps a lot in improving the quality of life. We need it for so many things. If someone hasn't understood it yet, he should surely go and ask a patient lying on a hospital bed who has been refused care for lack of means what he thinks about it. He will surely tell you at that moment how precious this property is.

However, money is not everything. It cannot solve all the problems of the whole world. Nor does it confer absolute power over everything. On people's lives even less. Surely someone should go tell that gentleman. Who then entrusted this power to Mathis, by the way? Isn't he just a simple human like all the others?

This handsome Apollo with a chocolate complexion, hypnotizing blue eyes, a naturally deep sensuality, measuring 1.89 meters tall and endowed with a dream body sculpted by intensive bodybuilding sessions even at his 39 years old is simply too irresistible to to look at. As soon as his gaze catches yours, you can only melt on the spot. Add to that his very well-shaven beard, it's the total. No wonder the latter has been lining up conquests like the columns of a supermarket all this time. Surely he should believe that he is the direct descendant of the deity. This kind of specimen should be kept away from our sensitive souls. You could bet that somewhere on the planet it's illegal to be this handsome.

Mathis had a mad charm. And the latter knew how to take advantage of it to the delight of the ladies he met. He knew how to give them endless pleasure. Even if after finding his account, he blacklisted each of them in his life, they didn't care. What took him the little nickname: heart of stone. But wasn't that the reason why they all fell into his arms?

Not a day went by without the latter causing a sensation in the tabloid press in the arms of at least one of his magnificent conquests. All one more beautiful than the others. To believe that they liked it. In addition to beauty, it must be said that this handsome male also had taste. If Mathis were an animal, he would surely be a bee, foraging from flower to flower in order to produce his honey.

Although he is getting older, Mathis certainly does not want to settle down yet. Why settle for a rose, when you can have all the scents for yourself? He wanted his garden where he could pick the flower of his choice every day. Except that at the time, people were starting to talk. They invented so much theory trying to explain why this man so rich, sculpted by the gods themselves and to whom everything seems to succeed is still single. They even published an article to say that he was gay and that his multiple conquests were only covers to hide his vices. Find out if it's the truth.

Mathis was getting fed up with these people who spent their time digging into his life. They were tarnishing his reputation as a businessman. He had to do a few things then. This is where he came up with the idea of ​​finding a woman to marry as soon as possible in order to silence the gossip. A man in his tramp shouldn't be at the heart of scandals all the time. It's not good for business.

It was to Andrew, his assistant, that he entrusted this tough task. He clearly didn't want to pick among his exes. It had to be a discreet contract. His notoriety and his social status are at stake. Of those he frequented, there is none who does not seem to know this word. They would post anything on social media to get views and likes.

***Mathis Johnson***

-Sir, I have selected a list of girls that might interest you. You will only have to look for yourself and then tell me which ones you have chosen.

I retrieve the list Andrew handed me. I took a peek at the profile photos. At first glance none were good enough for me. All have the head of michtonneuse. I need a beautiful woman story that journalists stop at her beauty and leave me alone. But it is out of the question that I go and fuck myself in another problem to escape another. And those girls... God save me.

-Andrew, I'm not looking for someone who can please me. I don't need a wife. Otherwise only a girl who could play a role. To be my wife. None of these would be able to. Quickly find me something else. That's the second list you show me. Is this work beyond your skills? If so, tell me. I can find someone else to replace you.

Andrew had picked up on the threat insinuated in my speech very well. If he didn't understand, too bad for him. Having worked with me for so long, he knew he could lose his job just for that. He's seen me fire people for way less than that. And there he was just warned. Threats in the air, that's not my thing.

-Oh no sir, he hastened to answer. You'll have a much more selective list by the end of the week, he guarantees me. I will do further research. And this time, I'll find you the right person.

- Today is Tuesday. And you have until Thursday to find me someone who can suit me. Otherwise, start by saying goodbye to your job. A die at the end like you surely needs my money to live, I end with disdain.

-Okay Mr. Johnson, he replied trembling. It wouldn't have to come to that. I'll find you the girl by then. I already have a few people in mind.

-Good. We agree. You can dispose now.

When power pushes man to arrogance, poetry reminds him of the richness of existence. When power corrupts, poetry purifies. I didn't really know that at that moment fate was about to play a nasty trick on me. Everything was already written. Everything was sealed. Only I was clueless.