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 camera equipment, 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 time.
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.
