"What do you think, Hugo? Think she's as annoying as she used to be?"
Hugo hissed back a reply and I could almost picture him rolling his eyes. "She was never annoying. She challenged you. You just hate being challenged."
I scoffed. "I hate being cornered, not challenged."
"Same difference," Hugo replied, clearly unimpressed. "But we'll need to meet her to decide if we can tolerate her. You can't keep running forever."
"I'm not running," I argued, even though we both knew it was a lie.
Hugo snorted. "Sure, you're not."
I pushed through the doors of the Packhouse, letting the cool air of the foyer blow over me.
The maids greeted me with soft smiles and murmured, "Señor Axel," as I walked past.
I nodded back, pretending as though I wasn't seeing their inviting body language and not stopping. I wasn't in the mood for small talk or flirting.