Charles is clearly terrified by my presence. I hate to admit it, but I kind of love the feeling. It seems petty – I never thought of myself as the type to thirst for revenge – but it's satisfying.
Oh, well: Charles ruined my life. It's surely not too awful to enjoy watching him sweat a little bit.
I do feel a little bad for Daisy, Marcus's sister. Charles is so distracted by me that he keeps stumbling over the most basic tasks, like not tripping over his own feet. He's jittery and on edge, eyes darting nervously around the room whenever he loses track of me.
The mixed look of relief and renewed horror on his face every time he spots me again is pretty funny, and I'm finding it a little tough to keep a straight face. You'd think I was a rattlesnake or a poisonous spider loose in the ro
