Hugo saw pretty much everything he liked in Alex Audley. He was young, bright-eyed, enthusiastic, calm and refreshingly old-school when it came to matters of obedience. He never questioned Hugo and he showed a great deal more respect than the rest of the snowflakes and waltzing nancy boys who constantly flitted in and out of Hugo’s office, complaining about their so-called “mental health,” long work hours and “improper use of pronouns.” It wasn’t that those complaints irked Hugo, it was that he didn’t quite understand any of them.
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