Hugo walked over to his desk with casual confidence, picking up the warm coffee cup and taking a sip like we weren't in the middle of a military raid. Like he hadn't just beaten both of us with minimal effort.
"I'll do you two a favor before your demise. You want to understand how we got here?" He said, as if this was a last act of mercy. "How I became the World President? How all of this began?"
I pushed myself up slightly, my ribs protesting. Anthony was still on the ground near the wall, conscious but barely moving. We weren't going anywhere, and Hugo knew it.
"I'm listening," I said through gritted teeth. "Not like I have a choice anyways."
Hugo set down the cup and looked out the window at the compound below. "I hated every second of my life, Reynard. Did you know that? Every mundane, meaningless second of it."
