ushernet Chapter 204 What The Hell Was That?
Chapter 204 What The Hell Was That?
Hugo glared at his reflection like it had just slapped him and stolen his lunch money.
The outfit they had forced him into? A crime against fashion.
Scratch that. A crime against humanity.
It was a designer suit, yeah, but there was a serious problem.@@@@
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It was too damn tight!
Not just in the way that made him look like a fashionable bad boy, no.
It was tight in all the wrong places.
It was tight in the "I can't breathe, my organs are shifting, and my future children might be in danger" way.
The pants? Hugged his legs like a clingy ex, and somehow, his thighs felt handcuffed together.
The shirt? Unbuttoned way too low, showing off his chest in a way that screamed, "Welcome to my nightclub, ladies."
The jacket? Stylish, yes. But the sleeves?
Too short.
Like, "Did I steal this off a middle schooler?" short.
Hugo sighed so hard, he almost deflated.
He looked himself up and down again and furrowed his brows even more.
"...I look like a male escort."
A really expensive one. But still.
He ran a hand through his freshly cut hair, his soul already tired.
Then he groaned.
His outfit was the least of his worries. The thing was...
"I have never modeled before in my life," he muttered. "I'm gonna embarrass myself so bad out there."
What did he know about poses, angles, exposure, embodiment?
Nothing!
But then?
But then, his brain did what it always did best. His brain flipped a switch. A crucial switch.
One that reminded him of something very, VERY important.
He didn't even want to be here! He was FORCED into this!
So technically...
If he sucked?
That was THEIR problem!
Embarrass himself? Who cared?
They dragged him into this, so if he sucked, that was on them.
In fact... maybe he should intentionally be the worst model they had ever seen. Just to teach them a lesson that no means no!
Hugo smirked evilly.
Evil plan activated.
But before he could fully commit to his new self sabotage plan, a loud knock sounded at the dressing room door.
"Hugo! Hurry up!" Sanchez's voice was a mixture of impatience, excitement and pure evil.
With one final dramatic sigh, he stepped out.
The moment he did, Sanchez and the bald man snapped their heads toward him and their eyes gleamed.
The energy in the room shifted.
The bald man's excitement started fading and his voice began to drop.
The workers, who had been bustling around, adjusting lights and cameras, gradually stopped moving.
But Hugo?
Oh, he didn't notice. He was already in his element.
Because next?
He spread his legs apart, puffed out his chest, and put his hands on his hips...
His lips curled into a small, mischievous smirk...
Like he was a villain in a low budget Power Rangers episode.
CLICK. FLASH.
A long silence followed.
One of the workers whispered to another.
"...What is he doing?"
"I—I don't know."
Meanwhile, Hugo was sweating bullets internally.
Oh my god.
He was dying.
He had TOLD THEM!
He had WARNED THEM!
And now, look.
LOOK AT THIS DISASTER!
Before Hugo could fully process his own humiliation, the bald man suddenly let out a deep sigh.
Then, dramatically, he removed his glasses and rubbed his temples. He seemed to have a aged a couple of decades on the spot.
"Hugo."
Hugo swallowed nervously. "Uh. Yeah?"
The bald man stared at him.
Then, in a voice so disappointed it could have killed a puppy, he whispered:
"...What the hell was that?"
Silence.
Dead silence.
Even Sanchez, Hugo's supposed "buddy," was holding back laughter.
At that moment, Hugo realized one thing.
...
He had FAILED.
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