Romans & histoires Charlie X Pim

He smiled at Charlie, saying, “I’m surprised you remember me.” Charlie chuckled. She responded, “What do you mean? We were in the same Sales Management class.” “And what about me? Do you know me?” The girl who sat behind Charlie asked. Charlie turned to the girl with short and jet-black hair. She had porcelain skin and a very delicate expression, and Charlie thought she was cute. “Of course, I know you, Mia Chen. We worked on the same project together last year,” Charlie said with a smile. Mia beamed. She leaned in and whispered to Dawn, “What did I tell you? Charlie is different when she is free from her cage!”

“What do you want?” “You’re welcome, by the way,” Charlie drawled. “And I don’t want anything, except a return to equilibrium in the neighborhood. Oh, and Sam Kimball’s head on some kind of spike, or possibly mounted on a plaque. I used to do some taxidermy in my younger —” “Oh my fucking gods, shut up,” I choked, bile rushing up at the image of pretty little fucking evil Charlie humming a tune as he cheerfully stuffed Kimball’s skull with cotton balls. “No more. Please.”