Beauty And The Boss
Chapter 9: The Protest

Vegas clucked softly as her call was ignored by Rose, but did not want to give up, Vegas again contacted Rose and for this time fortunately the Vegas call was immediately raised. "Hello Vegas? what was? I finally got your first call today" Rose said with a small laugh at the end.

Vegas breathes her in, this is not the time to joke around like that. "Sister, are you serious about getting a woman to be my assistant?"

"of course! Is there a problem? Helena's a deft Vegas guy, she's very nice and I can definitely call her any time to get some news of your calm."

Vegas glanced back at Helena, the woman looking silently as she stared around the room looking like a confused person. Seeing that it was just as Vegas's misgivings were heightened, he didn't want Helena to be his assistant, so it was better that she was with Marteen first than with a lady hick like that. "No, brother, I want to change assistants! I'll have him come back and find myself the assistant I want," hissed Vegas, he breathed in violently, it's too early to upset him.

"Give him a Vegas shot, try it a few days, if you're not fit you can replace the other assistant. Helena's a sincere woman, you have to help her get a job" Rose replied calmly. "Oh yeah, Helena is also good at Vegas cooking, she can make soup that you used to make."

Remembering about Mama makes Vegas sad, but it doesn't work to divert their conversation about Helena! "I'd rather eat the food I used to eat in my apartment, brother, I don't care what kind of crafts he is, I'll find a new assistant right now!"

"Vegas, listen to brother. This may sound quite selfish, but I hope you let Helena work with you first, give her a chance. Helena just graduated and needs a job to make money, you have to see how it works first."

Helena quickly gave Marteen her phone, her heart not calm with what she has done at the moment, does she have to continue this work or just back away? "This is your phone?" Marteen asked with a full gaze judging towards Helena .

"Yes, that's my phone. A—ada what?" helena asked nervously.

"No, it's just that your taste for cell phones is pretty good." Marteen looked at the back of Helena's phone then turned it back and started typing a number. "How could he buy this latest phone," muttered Marteen, who sounded small enough to make Helena hesitant about what she heard.

"Yes? sorry, what were you talking about?" Ask Helena.

Marteen shook his head slowly and returned his phone. "No, it's a Vegas number, don't let you pass this number on to anyone."