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It isn’t often that Charles doesn’t have one of his own sharpened quips at hand. Usually Allison is surprised his words don’t draw blood sometimes, But now he’s quiet for a moment before even sparing a glare in her direction. So she knows somethings up before he starts on the explanation. And ah, being cut off, the biggest threat for a kid like him. “Ohh, we’re being Mr. Serious today, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
Allison slides her way down next to Charles anyway, his glares do nothing to scare her at this point, and glances curiously over his shoulder. “What part are you at now?” She’s honestly glad that there’s something in place to make Charles see some sort of reason, even if it has to be money. He’d be able to do great things if he were pushed a little harder, Allison had no doubt about that. So she had no qualms about helping him along this path, even if she couldn’t always stand him.
Charles lets out an audible sigh before turning to face his new bodyguard with a scowl. “The part where you shut up and let me think.” Charles is too stressed out (and thoroughly annoyed) to turn on the charm or attempt to persuade the girl to loosen the leash a bit. He’s not a dog, after all; just treated like one. When the family is out of town, his parents always make sure Charles has the extra protection that he needs. That’s what they tell him, but anyone with half a brain knows that this protection is for the family name more than anything else. They need someone to keep Charles in line, keep him in school, keep him from going to parties and doing cocaine -- someone had taken a picture and his parents had been pissed.
Apparently, employing someone his own age is supposed to do more than a muscled man in a suit. (Maybe his parents are onto something. She can blend in. She’s enrolled in his high school and all of his classes. It’s impossible to get rid of her.) “Most people just sit in the corner and do their own thing, y’know. Especially in my own freakin’ house.”
