Harold's POV
After our discussion wrapped up, I didn't waste a second getting rid of Charlies. "Time for you to leave."
Charlies's jaw dropped. "Harold, I haven't had dinner yet! You dragged me all the way here. Don't you think you should at least feed me?"
I shot him a cold look, my eyes drifting to the sticks I'd set aside earlier. "How about a good beating instead? That's something I can definitely serve up."
Charlies immediately backed down, putting on his best wounded expression. "Fine, I'm out of here right now."
As he walked past us, Phoebe suddenly looked up from her phone and called out, "Charlies, make sure your people quit voting for me in that Campus Belle Contest."
She'd obviously just checked her phone. The first voting round had already closed, which meant the results were locked in and couldn't be changed.
Charlies gave her a solemn nod. "Got it. I'll tell them to stop tomorrow."
