The staircase Major led me up was narrower and dustier than the main one, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the old hotel. Each step creaked under our weight, the wood groaning like it hadn't been disturbed in years. The air grew thicker, heavier with the scent of aged plaster and abandonment.
"You're one hell of a lucky bastard," Major said over his shoulder, his voice echoing softly off the walls. "Four pussies in your team, and they all like you."
"Not really," I said, giving him nothing to work with.
He almost missed the next step, twisting to stare at me. "Abram. I saw how the blonde one watched you when you were talking to the other one. And that redhead…" He kept climbing. "All fine women. You can have whoever you want out here."
I didn't answer. We had different worldviews and I wasn't going to close that distance in a stairwell.
