"They said you're actually hot-tempered, picky, and overly calculative."
Coco spoke as she counted on her fingers, meticulously calculating, chattering non-stop, "Sister Charlotte, it was the script you taught me to say. Now... Florienna should have bought it."
Indeed, the speech that Coco had just delivered to Florienna was nothing more than a small performance orchestrated by Charlotte for Florienna.
"Alright, for the next few days, just maintain a good relationship with her. Chat with her more," Charlotte nodded toward Coco.
"What about the article...?" Coco asked hesitantly.
"Don't bring it up on your own. If she asks you anything, just stick to the lines I gave you."
Charlotte rested her cheek in her hand, lazily tapping her cheekbone with her fingers as she analyzed, "If you manage to bring her into my office, make sure you find an excuse to leave—do your best to ensure she's alone in my office."
"Got it."
