The four girls squinted their eyes, staring at each other, sparks flying off.
Pablo kept a close eye on them and all four of them opened their mouths at once.
But—
"Alright. No need to fight." Pablo spoke just in time.
The girls shut their mouths.
Pablo sighed. "There is no competition between you all. I care about all of you equally. And don't harbor any ill intentions until you girls reach eighteen. Got it?"
All four girls nodded and Pablo flashed them a smile.
"Alright, you all can move back now. I have some other work to do, you know."
Pablo lifted his hand from the back of the slaves and one by one, with a laugh, slaves moved back.
In a minute, the slaves were standing away from Pablo but the man still wasn't free.
One slave remained hugging him.
"You can go too, Young. The hugging is over." Pablo said.
The twelve year old boy smiled, staring at Pablo.
He was shorter than Pablo and he was shorter than all the slaves.
