CHAPTER 5
LILLY
After scanning the room, I put my list of belongings together—and it’s not a long one. Pretty much just my clothes and shoes. And my video games, of course.
Just as I’m about to leave, a thin man with a Mario-like mustache walks into the room.
“Hello, Lilly.” The way he says my first name makes it clear he usually addresses people in a more formal manner. “I’m Mister… I mean, Johnny. Mr. Roxford’s assistant.”
“Whose assistant?” I refuse to call that asshole “Mister” anything.
Johnny twirls his mustache. “You’re kidding, right?”
Taking pity on the minion, I say, “You must mean Bruce.”
“Yes. Mr. Roxford.” This time, he pulls on the mustache nervously, and it’s a wonder no hairs get plucked out.
I scoff. “Yes. Bruce.”
“Right.” He reaches for the mustache again but st
