-49. I Didn’t Like Hugh’s Tone
You’re not well, he whispered.
About a week after Lisbon closed, Hugh wanted to meet in The King.
As soon as I arrived, he pointed a finger at my chest.
“Back off the stranger.”
No lead-in. Straight for the kill.
I smirked. Pleaded innocence. “This again.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re always serious.”
“HR are involved. I’m here to make peace.”
“Was this fucking Simon?”
He didn’t blin…
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