Beauty And The Boss
Chapter 3: The Letter

Finished cleaning up and changing clothes, Vegas immediately threw himself on the bed, he did not have time to open the phone or remember Harry's previous words.

The next morning, not the sound of Harry building up Vegas as usual, now the sound of a call coming in from his phone that managed to disrupt the sound of sleep in Vegas. Rose, the name was plastered clearly on the Vegas phone screen and made her exhale violently, she forgot to change the silent mode of the phone last night! Lazily, Vegas reached for his phone on the nightstand and while closed he put the phone in his ear. "Yes, hello brother?" vegas said in an uninspired tone, even if the man had just woken up from his sleep.

"Gosh, you just woke up? don't forget breakfast and exercise before you work, Vegas."

"I don't have time to exercise, brother, you can ask Harry directly how busy I am on this Moon" Vegas replied, muttering softly, she wanted to ignore this phone and go back to sleep until the time she wanted.

Shortly after listening to some of Rose's messages, the sound of her apartment door opening and for the first time Vegas was pleased with Harry's presence in the morning. "Vegas, bolus! you have a busy schedule today," Harry's screams began to be heard until the room when his body was not yet visible to Vegas.

"Sister, Harry has asked me to prepare, then I should start preparing and close your call, bye." Vegas quickly ended Rose's call and got out of bed.

The door opened and featured Harry staring at Vegas with his eyebrows raised. "Is this really you? tumben once was awake," said Harry who was more precisely a small grunt while opening some curtains in the Vegas room as usual.

"I forgot to turn off the alarm." Vegas was walking and as he was about to enter the bathroom, Harry's voice called out to him.

Vegas turned around and looked confusedly at him. "Have you read the letter I gave you?" harry asked, glancing at an envelope near the TV.

Vegas shook his head, only to realize that there was an envelope up there. "No chance, after the shower I'll read it," Vegas replied in the end. Why is there still someone who sends a letter even though in this day and age it has been made easy with the existence of email.

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Harry seemed to take a deep breath, staring at Vegas from the mirror in front of him. "Are you reading the letter or not?" ask Harry who now looks frustrated.

Vegas frowned as if recalling what letter Harry meant, after he remembered, Vegas smiled as he shook his head. "I didn't have time, I had a hard time finding a hat" Vegas replied casually. "What is the content of the letter? is there a problem with my job?" ask Vegas. She slightly lowered her face as a hairstylist tidied her hair.

"It's my problem, I don't have much longer Vegas."

"What do you mean?" vegas asked with a serious face, confusion implied on his face.

Harry shook his head, he snorted softly and stood up from his seat. "Come, already when shooting ads, we will discuss this later," said Harry.

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