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Las Vegas
Taking care of a plush pug was your job.
You carefully set the pug on top of the table on the merch stand and took a picture of it. This might break the internet, you thought to yourself.
The amount of power you held on your work phone now just by having access to the pug, the most as you may know, was belong to Matt Sturniolo.
Matthew Bernard Sturniolo.
You still haven't processed the fact for the next couple of months you would be on the road for the triplets as their assistant. Well, the tour's assistant and this was your story.
Also, I hope no one found out I found Matt hot. But he was, even in person.
Ping.
You were assigned a new task.
You checked the notification on the tour phone and saw you were requested to help Yung Pleit with a last minute outfit fitting. There was at least three wardrobe assistants around, but somehow you were called.
Oh well, let's get this show started.
~
"We're all having food and some drinks in our room tonight, you should come" Matt said, fixing his black shirt.
"Oh sure, I guess I can come" you awkwardly said and cleared your throat. Get your shit together.
"You don't sound so sure" Matt laughed. He turned around and looked at me, waiting for your answer. Having drinks and dinner in your boss' hotel room wasn't in your job description.
"I'll see you there" I smiled at him before leaving the dressing room.
~
Turns out, there was much more to do on opening night than you thought. You ran around the arena running tasks that everyone suddenly needed your help for. It was only eight, but you were exhausted. All you wanted was to take a hot bath, relax and go to bed early. You considered bailing on Matt's invitation but a text on your personal phone, grabbed your attention.
'Hope you like Chinese, I'll see you soon'
Wait, is that really him?
Ping
'It's Matt, I asked Madi for your number. I hope I didn't overstep'
Oh my God.
Three months ago, you were laying in your apartment, complaining about how boring your life was and now Matt Sturniolo was texting you. Change of plans. You were having a quick shower and going to his hotel room. Sleep can wait.
'See you in thirty minutes' You quickly responded.
~
"So we have fried rice, egg rolls, chow mein and orange chicken. Madi ordered so you can ask her" Matt explained, pointing to the different foods on the small dining table. His room was big with an incredible view of Las Vegas.
