44. ALLEN, SAVE ME.

Charlotte walked into the mansion in huge strides. She was putting on black pants and a blue crop top alongside a jacket. Her long brown hair was packed into a ponytail. She looked around only to see that the sitting room was empty. She brought out her milkshake and sipped it.

"Where has everyone gone to? It's still morning. " She murmured and proceeded to go upstairs. In a fit of rush, she collided with Drake thereby spilling some of the drink on him. She was shocked to see him.

"Oh, I am sorry, Mister. I didn't see you coming." She tried to wipe the already stained shirt.

"It's fine. You must be Charlotte, Jane's friend?" Drake stretched his hand forward for a shake.

"Yes...yes, you are right." She acknowledged.

"I am Drake, nice to meet you." He introduced himself and Charlotte smiled. He wasn't bad looking himself.

"Same here, Drake. I believe Jane is in her room?"

"I believe so, yes."

"Alright, thank you." She paused beside him and went upstairs.

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