Email from: Harry Styles (harry.styles@stylesinternational.com)
To: Sasha Ginsberg (sginsberg@waterhousedesigns.co.uk)
Subject: Birthday Girl
Good morning Miss Ginsberg,
It is 48 hours until you are 26, and you've yet to tell me what you would like to do to celebrate.
Yours,
Harry Styles
CEO, Styles International
Email from: Sasha Ginsberg (sginsberg@waterhousedesigns.co.uk)
To: Harry Styles (harry.styles@stylesinternational.com)
Subject: passing birthday
Mr Styles,
I'm happy to let my birthday pass by without any fuss... 26 is hardly a significant birthday.
If you really want, we can have cake. Cheesecake specifically.
Sasha x
Email from: Harry Styles (harry.styles@stylesinternational.com)
To: Sasha Ginsberg (sginsberg@waterhousedesigns.co.uk)
Subject: birthday celebrations
Angel,
If you don't tell me what you want, I will be forced to take control and plan something without your input.
I might even enlist Olivia!
Your H xx
Email from: Sasha Ginsberg (sginsberg@waterhousedesigns.co.uk)
To: Harry Styles (harry.styles@stylesinternational.com)
Subject: birthdays are a slow countdown to old age
All I want is a night in with you. A bubble bath. A whole entire cheesecake to myself. Letting you do naughty things to me. Doing naughty things to you and with you.
Sasha Ginsberg
Easy to please girlfriend of the CEO, Styles International
Email from: Harry Styles (harry.styles@stylesinternational.com)
To: Sasha Ginsberg (sginsberg@waterhousedesigns.co.uk)
Subject: birthdays are a celebration of life
Angel, all that can be arranged. Especially the naughty stuff.
Leave your whole day free. I want you from the moment you wake up until you go to bed, alright?
You'll have to learn to love birthdays, baby. They are important occasions in my family.
H xx
Email from: Sasha Ginsberg (sginsberg@waterhousedesigns.co.uk)
To: Harry Styles (harry.styles@stylesinternational.com)
Subject: waving the white flag
You win. Clearing my schedule xx
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