The third point of view:
"Hi babe," Isabella walked into his office without knocking, flung her purse to God knows where and walked over to Pedro who was giving instructions to a woman clad formally in a simple black shirt and a silk pencil skirt.
Pedro's face lit up like Christmas as if the dazzling sun just shined its rays upon his life. He dismissed the woman who bowed and left.
Isabella ignored the unfamiliar woman who bowed to her as well, her whole intent on Pedro. But then, even with her eyes somehow, she had gotten every detail she wanted from the woman just with a glance.
"Hi love," Pedro smiled back, pushing back his swivel seat so he could provide space for Isabella to sit on his. It has become a tradition for the both of them hence he didn't need a prophet to predict what she had in mind.
