What’s that lull of silence radiating from Charli’s secret online journal, you ask? Has she been cozied up in Carroll Gardens, too busy canoodling to write?
WRONG.
She has been running back and forth between her desk and the Executive Lunch Room, setting and re-setting and setting and re-setting up a black leather flip up briefcase filled with stainless steel bracelets, rings, pendants and chains.
deux mille six 