CEO and angel

he end of my second year of the Nutrition course. It doesn't matter if it's EAD, as my cousins ​​love to tease, I will graduate with honors. Aim for the moon to, at least, reach

right. I let out a sarcastic laugh and grab the soap. Kitten? I roll my eyes remembering the way he called me. I have no idea how he manages to drag so many women into his lair, but calling me a kitten would be the last option to want something with me. This is in a hypothetical situation, of course. I'm there to work, not to have fun with some chicken rocker. I rinse off, dry my body anyway, wrap the towel around myself and throw myself onto the hotel bed. I need to sleep at least a little. In a few days I will be in my bed. This is the courage I need to stay strong and hold on until then. — Not long, then? — says Angelo. He is my childhood friend and also works in the band's production. I owe this job to his good heart, which didn't leave me unemployed for even twenty-four hours. I'm a calm person, but my last boss called me an idiot when I dropped some papers. It was the last straw for me. Luckily, Ângelo called me the next day and made this vacancy quick. It was a blessing, after all, I have college and rent to pay. — Yes. I thought I could finish it this afternoon, but I fell asleep. — You need to sleep, Ju. You're feeling hard on yourself. - I know. I know. — I wave my hand dismissively and continue straightening out the tangled wires on the sound system. The most idiotic service is always left to me. — As soon as I hand in the work, I'll have time to catch up on my sleep. Next semester, I will organize myself better so as not to let the subjects pile up. — When you accepted the job, you had no idea it was that hard, did you? I swear I tried to warn you... — You were an angel, Ângelo. — I look at him, confirming my statement. — I'm not afraid of hard work. I can handle it, you can rest assured. He shakes his head, opens his mouth to say something, but our boss screams into the receiver so loud it almost leaves us deaf. — Juliana? Where is this girl? Juliana? — I think it's up to you. — My friend shrugs, and I close my eyes for three seconds before reaching for my radio. — No, Mr. Cl