Right Number, Wrong Girl

“What? It’s true.” Hugo shrugged. “She’s a control freak, and we all know that’s what she’s going to do.”

“You could have said it in a nicer way.”

“It’s fine,” I said, smiling at Henry. “Really, it’s okay. I have to get to work now.”

“All right. I’m heading out, but here.” He took out his phone and tapped on the screen, then mine vibrated in my bag. “I saved your number, so just call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks.” I pulled out my phone and saved his number to my contacts list. “Saved it.”

Henry smiled at me.

Hugo glanced at Henry. “Didn’t you have to go?”

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving.” Henry shot him a dark look and left, leaving me and Hugo alone.

“I guess you aren’t getting along today,” I said dryly.

“You could say that.” Hugo put his hands in his pockets. “So you’re not leaving.”

“Unfortunately not.”

“What were you doing at Nancy’s office?”

“Throwing a party. What do you think I was doing?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN – HUGO

The Death of Me

Sophie was in a foul mood.

It wasn’t the way she spoke to me—that was no more filled with attitude than her usual snipes or snark, but it was in her eyes.

There was a darkness to them that I hadn’t yet seen. Whatever it was that was doing that to her, it was heavy.

“It didn’t go well with Nancy, then,” I said, watching as she pulled her laptop out of her bag.

“Whatever gives you that idea?” Sophie shot back, not even bothering to look at me.

“It rarely does.”

“Well, then that was a stupid question, wasn’t it?”

“Hey.” I stepped closer to her and reached over, touching my hand to her shoulder. “What happened in there?”

She drew in a deep breath and rocked her head side to side, stretching her neck, then slowly looked around.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want anyone to hear me.”

“Impossible in here. The staff will be in cleaning soon. Leave this here and come with me.” I walked towards the door and looked back at her. She was staring at me. “I’m not taking you to my room, if that’s what you were wondering. Unless that’s where you want to go.”

She rolled her eyes and followed me, tucking her phone into her pocket. “Will it be all right there?”

“Yes. Hold on. Cassandra,” I said, catching one of the housekeeping team as she left the drawing room.

“Yes, Lord Hugo?”