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I dart out the door of the penthouse and impatiently stand in the elevator waiting for it to open to the 3rd floor. 

Hugo is here, why the fuck is he here already? 

I’m fucked. 

The doors open, and I practically run myself to the meeting room where Julian is there standing outside the door. 

“What the fuck, man, what is he doing here already?” I whisper to Julian. 

“I dunno, man,” Julian says just as confused. 

I go to grab the gold door handle to the meeting room door but Julian grabs my arm preventing me from doing so. 

“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly from my running around. 

“No, dude, what are you doing? You can’t go in there looking like that.”

“What do you mean?” I ask confused. 

“Did you even look at yourself before you came here?” He asks. 

I give him a confused look. 

“Dude, your hair is a mess and your zipper is down on your jeans…” Julian says pointing to my pants. 

“Oh…shit” I say. 

He shakes his head and laughs, I run my fingers through my ha