Hugo burst through the grand double doors of Sanchez's mansion, gasping for air like he had just run a marathon in flipflops.
Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his T-shirt clung to him like plastic wrap on a microwaved burrito.
As soon as he stepped inside, the sheer chaos of the place hit him like a slap in the face.
People were everywhere—darting up staircases, carrying boxes, setting up cara equipnt, shouting across rooms like they were in a stock exchange, and overall moving around like a bunch of caffeinated ants.
He stood there, wide-eyed, his brain struggling to piece together what kind of ridiculous stunt Sanchez was pulling this ti.
Sanchez was known for his… let's call it entrepreneurial curiosity. Ever since they were kids, he had been that guy with a LOT of business ideas.
One ti, he was selling homade cologne that slled like "mystery" (which Hugo swore was just gasoline and cinnamon), and the next, he was convincing people he had discovered a new form of cryptocurrency that was just Monopoly money with his face on it.
If there was money involved, Sanchez was diving headfirst, no questions asked.
So when Hugo saw the madness unfolding in the mansion, his first thought was, What business is this dude running now? A reality show? A black-market zoo? A cult??
He wouldn't put it past Sanchez to suddenly decide that hosting underground ostrich races was the next big thing!
But before Hugo could even begin to solve the mystery, sothing else caught his attention—sothing much more important.
Everywhere he looked, there were baddies. And not just regular baddies; premium, high-quality, influencer-level baddies!
The kind of girls who looked like they didn't even wake up unless their skin was glowing and their hair was perfectly styled.
The kind of girls who laughed at life, didn't take things too seriously, and just wanted to have fun.
'My people!' Hugo thought dramatically, placing a hand on his chest as if the heavens had finally heard his prayers.
His eyes darted across the room, scanning the absolute buffet of beauty before him, and he almost shed a single tear of joy.
Then, like a beacon of light in a sea of gorgeousness, he saw her.
She stood by the grand staircase, a masterpiece of a woman, wearing a pink crop top and Barbie shorts that made Hugo question every life decision he had made up to this point.
Her hair bounced with every move, her lips were glossed to perfection, and her whole aura scread, 'I am the mont.'
Ti slowed down. Hugo could almost hear a choir singing in the background. His brain imdiately launched into overdrive, trying to decide whether he should go talk to her or just stand there looking awkward like a dieval peasant who had just seen a princess.
'No,' he told himself. 'You got this. You are the protagonist of your own story. You are HIM.'
With a deep breath and a confidence level that was about 75% real and 25% delusional, Hugo started walking toward her, each step feeling like he was approaching the gates of heaven.
But just as he was about to open his mouth and drop the smoothest line known to mankind, an arm suddenly wrapped around his shoulder.
"Hugo, my guy," Sanchez grinned, pulling him in like they were in a buddy-cop movie. "You got good taste, I'll give you that."
Hugo blinked, confused. "Uh, yeah… I an, she's kinda—"
"Kinda?" Sanchez cut him off, shaking his head. "Bro, we both had our eyes on her. She's the target."
Hugo squinted at him. "What do you an, target?"
"I an," Sanchez smirked, "we were both planning to shoot our shots. But I gotta be real with you—I got ho-court advantage."
Hugo groaned. "Dude, that is so unfair."
"Life's unfair, amigo." Sanchez shrugged dramatically. "But hey, since I'm in a good mood, I'll let you back out with your dignity still intact."
Hugo sighed, shaking his head. As much as he wanted to argue, he needed Sanchez's help with sothing way more important.
"Fine, you win this one," he muttered. "But seriously, what the hell is going on here? Why is your house looking like a tech convention?"
Sanchez's grin widened. "Oh, that! I linked up with so of my YouTuber friends, and we're hosting a three-day Ga Zone challenge right here."
Hugo's eyebrows shot up. "Wait… so you just invited a bunch of strears, set up caras, and turned your house into an actual gaming festival?"
"Exactly," Sanchez said proudly. "Genius, right?"
Hugo stared at him, processing. Then suddenly, it hit him. This was perfect. If people knew Sanchez was the owner of this place, then by extension, they'd assu he was important too.
That ant an instant boost in status. That ant attention. That ant baddies.
"Ohhh," Hugo nodded slowly, his brain making a thousand calculations at once. "So basically, everyone's gonna think we're those guys."
"Exactly."
"And the girls… they're gonna think we're, like, top-tier VIPs."
"Now you're getting it."
Hugo exhaled, running a hand through his hair. This was a goldmine. But then he rembered the real reason he ca here.
"Okay, okay, I like this plan. But I need to know—where are the girls I was supposed to et?"
Sanchez chuckled. "Ah, yeah… funny thing about that. They went to the mall with a couple of the guys to grab so stuff."
Hugo's heart sank. "Wait, so they're not even here?"
"They'll be back in, like, an hour," Sanchez shrugged. "Chill, man."
Hugo sighed, shifting his weight. He had spent way too long preparing for this. He even brought a gift to make a good first impression.
Speaking of which… "By the way," Hugo said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a fancy box of chocolate, "do you think they'll like this? I wanted to make a good first—"
Before he could even finish his sentence, Sanchez snatched the box out of his hands.
"Yo, thanks, man! You really didn't have to."
Hugo's jaw dropped. "Bro. That is not for you."
Sanchez opened the box, grabbed a piece of chocolate, and popped it into his mouth like it was his gift all along.
"Nah, trust , these girls don't care about stuff like this," he said between chews. "It's all about vibes, man. You wanna impress them? Be fun, be confident, be—" He suddenly paused, a new idea lighting up his face.
Hugo narrowed his eyes. "Why do you look like you just thought of sothing stupid?"
Sanchez smirked. "I got an idea."
Hugo groaned. "I hate your ideas."
"Bro, do you wanna be part of the video?"
Hugo blinked. "Wait… what?"
Sanchez threw an arm around him again. "You wanna get noticed? You wanna make an impression? Then hop in. We're about to start filming, and trust , it's gonna be legendary."
Hugo hesitated for a second. Then he thought about the clout, the status, the baddies.
"…Alright, I'm in."
Sanchez grinned. "That's what I'm talking about."
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