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Hugo was sitting on his bed, laptop open, phone in hand, a deep frown on his face.

Right now, he was on a serious quest. A mission of great importance. A mission that would define his future.

He was looking for a modeling agency. Because after destroying the photo booth with his god tier moves today, he was sure of his calling.

Mateo had practically fainted from his godlike presence, the female workers had been fanning themselves, and Sanchez had gasped so hard he almost choked.

Clearly, he had some real potential here.

Hugo had fully accepted his destiny. He was going to be a model. Not just any model.

A legend.

The kind of model that made people gasp the moment he walked into a room. The kind that made women swoon and men question their life choices.

But…

Where the hell was he supposed to start?

Hugo's eyes darted across the screen as he clicked on an article titled: