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Charlotte wasn’t at work the next day or the next, which was Friday. Marching past several interns at the coffee machine, he heard them whispering, incredulous that Charlotte hadn’t yet made an appearance, despite Pamela “not telling Maggie yet.” He darted around the corner, his ears perking up, listening.
“Do you think she will?” Randy asked in a harsh whisper. “I mean she talks a big game. I could see her holding this over Charlotte’s head for the rest of the internship, rather than giving her name over…”
“No. I think she wants destruction,” another intern said. “She doesn’t know a ton about music, so she’s eternally on the defensive. You know, she thinks she deserves this life that Charlotte already has such a comprehension of. It’s a tragedy she ever got caught up with Quentin.”
