You worked for Valentino, he owned your soul so there was nothing you can do about it now..

You decided to go to the bar at the hotel — cuz..holy shit you were stressed as hell..

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Husk faced you with an annoyed expression — he was sick of this worthless job..

He grabbed a paper and started to read it.. “Well—you’ve come..”

He paused as he narrowed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, staring at it.